Gut Feelings

If a man makes you feel. . .

All the when-when-whenevers {giggles}
Whenever you think about his face
Whenever his smile crosses your lips
Whenever his eyes become a stare
Whenever that small freckle under his chin is your sweet spot for him
Whenever the smell of his hair can be traced on your clothes
All the when-when-whenevers {giggle}

Well, I- you know, well don't you?
I-I get those butterfly flutter feelings
The fluttering, bubbling in my womb is
My bodies reaction to his everything.
I'm queasy with ill love, love poisoning
And I need to rush to get him out of my system.
I need a second, space, so I can double over and
Breathe out this fever
The green bile that's rising from my throat
Is his commitment
Slicked with his saliva
I'm quivering with sweat because I-I . . .
I need to shit,
He gives me diarrhea

All the when-when-whenevers have come together and I need a toilet.

. . .Tell him, "You make my stools loose."