My body is a
megaphone
Of adoration
Broadcast
Across the
Screen of
My chest.
—-
There is no
Hide n seek
In me,
There. I am
All ready or
Not — here my
Feelings come.
—-
Even after all
This dead air
I still blotch
Red at the
Thought of you.
I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
