she makes a point of telling me
there are things i won’t tell you
i can’t trust that you won’t
melt down and betray me
he drives me home
and i tell him i am afraid
of my own organs
he nods and says yes
my wife is like that, too
your heart is an ocean
you immerse me
i am erased
don’t you know me
don’t you love me
don’t you trust me
i can point to a mirror
and say look
this is who i am
the person standing
slightly to my left
will only see themselves
like reading a book
and skipping the best parts
i tear open my ribcage
to show you my heart
and in its place you see
a vented spleen
mattress dungeon 