our love is balding at the scalp
i don't want to keep losing sleep and hair over you
oh my gosh so much hair you know
but most of all
i don't want to make you bigger than you are
this isn't about you
these are my lines
i know i have a heart but my stomach is bigger
the depths of my well isn't bottomless
i'm not that cliché
but it churns butter with the frightening speed
and grit of a particle accelerator
(what is that even? i don't know, metaphysical)
everything i am lives
in a pulsing bulbous knot in
the centre of my homebody
the hearth in the belly
and
my feeble heart
pierced and hung like a
shrimp on a wire
lowered in the well
floating on a sea of brown-black dreams
of bile and blood, blood and bile
that's all it is, my self, feelings, thoughts, anticipations, love, selfishness-
all chemical makeup of my throwup
i need to expel it i always do
a horrible heartburn spiralling up and down the tube that connects the exits of every hole in my body
constipated
not just at the bottom
but most concerningly
at the top
too
get
out
!
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
