Spoken as a single, unpunctuated question, this poem asks what love is for when the speaker feels numb. There is no question mark and no capital letter, and that plainness makes it sound less like a rhetorical flourish and more like something typed or muttered in a low moment.
The speaker seems caught between two ideas: that love should be a feeling, and that they have lost the ability to feel. The word "anything" is sweeping. It suggests the numbness isn't limited to love but covers everything, which makes the question sound more like exhaustion than anger. Love, once meaningful, now seems pointless because nothing registers.
The mood is flat, empty, and quietly sad. The poem is so short that the silence around the line carries weight, as if the speaker has run out of words, or energy, to say more. The title, "kin," hints at family or closeness, which may sharpen the loss, though the poem itself never says who the speaker is thinking of.