When it stirs you up,
it stirs you
completely,
you can't go back to what you were before,
like the old Science class lecture
mixture and chemical reactions,
he iron filing and magnets
the stuff our teacher used,
but she did not know
about the volcano
stirring up inside me,
waiting to explode
now, as I wait for
the next text to come,
I feel it again,
brewing,
a chemical reaction
magnetic attraction
nothing can make undone,
she tapping out the message
from a place so
remote
I feel lost in the translation,
like Morris Code,
my heat beat
quickening
each time my phone beep
with message
received,
the stirring up inside,
the imagined scene
I see in my head,
I don't talk about
it,
fearful it might make
the volcano erupt.
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