flails so hard in my chest
when I see you.
like something coming back to life,
’cause it is. Zombie heart that it is.
I wish its momentum
would push me forward
like a rubber ball
in a bouncing castle. Only stay for the fun.
I wish for once it did something useful,
apart from ache for the imaginary, make promises to the hopeful
and buy the wrong milk at the store. I wish my heart
would swallow people whole, like I want it to.
I want to swallow you whole and pick your quirks from my teeth when I’m done.