Wet Shorts

You changed something in my heart.

My chest is different.

You led me down a path of eutrophying swamps.

The algae blooms got big and now they cover the top.

I exist underneath them.

It's easier without feeling.

You mean everything to me, including bruised knees, not including chipped teeth, not excluding bare feet in grass in spring.

I really feel like leaving, think I'll go home now.

Dive into the tub to scrub my anger out.

Take a Brillo pad to my fist, do my own damage.

Better to contain my outbursts in my own skin.