They say feelings of the heart are
visceral. When mine attack
I do indeed find recourse in being Jon
of the Iron Stomach,
Which is a thing that I am and a thing
that I do,
Because to be human would be to vomit
my feelings all over you,
and though I do it for me, the rear end
of my mind knows
That to express brief infatuation's
inconvenient for us both,
For you as a person and myself as
something other than.
Indeed, if to disregard us both for my
own sake is what is human,
Then I want even less to do with
humanity than I was thinking.
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