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love harder? yes!! that's the only way to stop haters. they get confused by it. give hugs. give kisses.

here's a piece by awesome poet ross gay. and the audio.

Two Bikers Embrace on Broad Street

Maybe, since you're something like me,

you, too, would've nearly driven into oncoming traffic

for gawking at the clutch between the two men

on Broad Street, in front of the hospital,

which would not stop, each man's face

so deeply buried in the other's neck--these men

not, my guess, to be fucked with--squeezing through

that first, porous layer of the body into the heat beneath;

maybe you, too, would've nearly driven over three pedestrians as your head

swiveled to lock on their lock,

their burly fingers squeezing the air from the angels

on the backs of their denim jackets

which reminds you the million and one secrets exchanged

in nearly the last clasp between your father

and his brother, during which the hospital's chatter and rattle

somehow fell silent in deference to the untranslatable

song between them, and just as that clasp endured through

what felt like the gradual lengthening of shadows and the emergence

of once cocooned things, and continues to this day, so, too,

did I float unaware of the 3000 lb machine

in my hands drifting through a stop light while I gawked

at their ceaseless cleave going deeper,

and deeper still, so that Broad Street from Fairmount

to the Parkway reeked of the honey-scented wind

pushed from the hummingbirds now hovering above these two men,

sweetening, somehow, the air until nectar,

yes, nectar gathered at the corners of my mouth like sun-colored spittle,

the steel vehicle now a lost memory

as I joined the fire-breasted birds in listening

to air exchanged between these two men, who are, themselves,

listening, forever, to the muscled contours of the other's neck, all of us

still, and listening, as if we had nothing

to blow up, as if we had nothing to kill.