if love were palpable
like a wound or a sore
i swear my fatty heart
and my wasted mind
would bulge like
grotesque balloons
from under my skin

we’d all walk around
sporting diseased sacs
of not fluid but emotion
and we can’t hide behind
sorry eyes anymore

so i guess it’s a good that
it’s something we can’t touch,
but damn, it would help a lot.