We blame the magnets in our bodies.
The ones that ask me to take you home,
the ones that weigh our abdomens down
and have us dragging ourselves
across the ground.
Something must be scolded
for this trouble. We wait for sunlight
to burst through our stomachs
and make us feel like human beings again.
My eyes get so wide
that my pupils try to swallow you
whole. If only you didn't bring romance
into it. I could have been content
with hands in my hair, teeth on my neck,
without the snow and stars.
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