February Poem 2020
I tried to explain Cupid to a 4-year-old today.
He was making a Valentine for his grandmother,
festooning a pink paper heart with stamps and stickers,
writing ‘I love you’ across it in big, shaky letters.
Then he asked about one of the stickers:
Why does that heart have an arrow through it? How sad.
Even after I told him that it was more like being ‘struck by love,’
he held his hand over his chest.
I don’t want Cupid to shoot me, he said.
That would hurt.
I couldn’t disagree.
— Ashley Wahl