Interocept

A poem I wrote when I was fresh off my break-up.

i.
Pleasantness
is what my body told me
when the bus arrived
carrying you to
the stop where we
first met that midnight

ii.
“Unpleasant,”
my chest whispered
when you kept asking me
to untangle the thread
of letters you sewn
before in benevolence

iii.
Arousal
when I have
finally
put up the curtains
closed the door
informing you
that untangling you
& your sewn
letters
is not
of my ministry

iv.
Calmness
is my body
switching the lights on
returning home
with hands liberated
with the bus
carrying you
away