Odi et amo (zero)
How I fear what you contain.
Reaching through,
I find only more you,
but when I multiply your being,
the result limits me.
I add myself to your body and obtain
only myself. If nothing is something,
how, what, may I claim?
Your beginning and end, a line
become circle, become identity.
I enter, and entering, depart.
“Odi et amo (Zero)” appeared on the blog in December 2015, and was published in The Basil O’Flaherty in October 2016.
O at the Edges 
I think this is among the first of your poems that I read — and I was hooked! 🙂
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I’m so glad you read it! Thank you.
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Catullus.
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But of course!
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This is undoubtedly my most favorite since I have had the opportunity to read your poems. My thoughts are confused. I’m not sure if it leaves me lonely, sad, scared or with anticipation of a sequel like a movie. This is great. Poor zero. I love it. This made my day.
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Thank you! Sometimes I think zero grows weary of being considered nothing. 🙂
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All I’m getting on Facebook at the moment is the circular arrow. How did you know? 🙂
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We can’t escape!
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Like a halo of fire, It’s nothing but desire.
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With a slice of pie, or mud in your eye!
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Apple pie I hope….
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Of course!
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Oh gee, dare I say it…. “And Cream”
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I was thinking of a piece of sharp cheddar, but cream is always good.
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I suppose we’ll need a nice bottle of white, I’ve got an exclusive Newtons Ridge, Semillon Sauvignon Blanc, from down our Western District, a little place called Cooriemungle…
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Now that sounds perfect!
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Yep, I’ll have to chill it first, it’s been 30C here today.
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Cool here. I think what passes for autumn here has finally arrived.
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When I tasted it at the Winery, it was definitely a fine wine.
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🍷 🍼
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