he asked me how I felt.
I replied,
"Dali."
he looked confused; he didn't
understand that
every ******* time I'm with him
my heart shudders and buckles
and liquefies in my chest
drips of muscle
and sentiment
congealing on my rib cage
as I breathe
a little fast and a little heavy.
doesn't he get it?
he's driving me mad.