No, but it can come close.
The beta fish we had for two years
watched me from his bowl with more
genuine interest than my husband.
The first time I told a man
I loved him I had already imagined
one I might love more.
Love can be like loading and running
the dishwasher, like the humming
at the end, the signal for washed clean.
But I have opened the door with my
eyes closed, just to feel the steam
on my skin. To feel something burn.
--Joan Prusky Glass