If I Go Over There by Emile Wilson

If I Go Over There

by Emile Wilson

If I go over there

He'll grab me and tickle and I'll laugh and feel happy

For a minute

So I go over

And I'm right

For a minute

But then what?

Something green and cold

Climbs in between

My sternum and spine

Only a laugh or touch or look

Will warm it

For a minute

How can I keep it warm?

I know how attention whores are made.