It seems to me as though Cisneros is putting snippets of prose together and utilizing them as poem stanzas. They seem heavily based on simile and anecdote.
Here's my adaptation:
"Some claim love spreads like a common cold, but
I imagine it differently. It's more like a tornado,
where it can tear one house to shreds and take a
mere roof shingle from the next.
I always hear people talk about shows they like. They
get so into it, reciting every detail from the pilot to the
latest season finale, and its great to hear how
absorbed they are, but you never feel the same spark.
Only after you find a show for you.
And that's how I feel. About love, anyways."
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