The pit of my stomach
won't let me forget you.
Every other fiber of my body
can't even remember your name,
but my stomach--
****** stomach--
sinks and reminds me all day
that my lips once felt your kisses,
my hand once held onto yours,
my cotton heart
once wrapped itself around
your chilly brain
and loved it.

But now I want you gone.
Out of my dreams,
my thoughts,
my stomach (****** stomach)
knowing full well
it's all out of my hands.
Most of all
I want you out of my poetry--
how dare you intrude
on this most sacred utterance,
this holy expression of myself.

What a shame--a ****** shame--
that since I once loved you,
you're now a part of me.