Let her love somebody else. She can. And will.
What if dogs could vote? No more “walks!” Open spaces for play!
Bark all the time! Woof! No more “dog food!” Only fresh kill!
Democracy gets whatever it wants. Some day
You will get a better government, where votes
Will not disappoint you; until then, don’t “educate.” Don’t say
Dogs are “damned dogs.” Don’t blame dogs. Democracy dotes
On winners, on breeding, breed-ist, dogs. Accept the loss.
Otherwise, democracy loses. And it’s not
Your loss, anyway.
When I say “Jesus Christ!” it offends my Catholic wife.
I was raised an atheist—but with Shakespeare, Christmas, and all the rest.
What the vulgar say has nothing to do with life.
Democracy is permanent. Losing to it, the best.
It doesn’t matter, outside the poem, what I say.
I don’t care if you’re black, Mexican, and trans-gay,
Or an earth model is on the spectrum of hot.
No one says you must love anything a lot.
She is allowed to
Love another. Even you.