It’s that time of month

The cycle,

Vicious.

When all

Seems m o r b i d

And f e r v i d

And it’s all

The cause of

Unbelievable,

Horrible ‘mones

But believe me

It’s not that terrible,

Just kiss me,

From t o r p i d

To t o r r i d,

Just make me moan.

Just make me moan.

Just make me m o a n …

Today

I’m giving you this atlas

The map of my heart

Its chambers

They pump your name

76 beats per minute

Ventricles, atria

And my very aorta

Its capillaries

They all lead to yours

43 miles per second

Southwest, northeast

To its very core

Ergo, this is as good as saying

I’m giving you

My entire heart

It’s tailored for you

In fact, I’m placing a mark

At its very center

(x)

You are here

Tomorrow

Always

Everything is

white and black;

blackened white:

Nothing is fancy.

Some things,

if not all,

are just greylike.