By Fig
Hi,
it’s been a long time
since you’ve been on my mind
and I have no idea how to unwind
you from it.
My brain,
a tangled knot
and you are caught in every
lobe and cranny.
My fantasies of you,
bacteria
decaying in between the folds
dreams so wet, they’re causing mold
and despite everything I’ve been told
I cannot stop holding you in it.
I used to be an organ donor
but when the doctors lifted
my brain from skull
and saw how full it was of you
they decided not to transfer it
calling it inhumane
to put someone else through this pain.
Your memories, so acidic
it preserved the muscle
and now, every time I think of your name
my mouth burns with it.