yes, it’s true, it’s been a while since a girl
like you has made my arms go numb and
my mind all shaky. like you. like anyone,
seems like. my heart can be described through
bad metaphor; as in, compared to cracked stone
or dirty ice, or dull and metal.
really it’s just flesh, and it twitches and spurts just
like all the rest.
and you, you make it beat hard like unwanted
stomp yard sounds.
get me off the ground, and then, please, leave
me alone. I can’t
stand how I pant in your presence, and you, serenely
turning to anyone, saying something casual like,
“he tried to kiss me again”