Calibrating affection
is like flying turtles.
It just doesn’t happen
What did you say?Maybe.
What if they
were sucked into the
sky, tornado force five?
Impossible things
happen I see – no
arbitrary measures
can set standards for
the weight of myaffection though.
I want to say it’s
best described inNewtons; something
heavy. Concrete babe.
My heart clings to
my upper rib cage but
can’t hold on and falls
into my stomach.
Butterflies fill my
head and all is right
in the world, because
we’re respecting the
weight of all this
affection.
))){ fast matty
