I believe I'm immovable.

Praying for spring to stop,

To sweep her off of my tiles for skin.

Mercury in retrograde makes my room’s wallpaper darker.

Chipped nail polish never suited me

Neither did she.

So I longed for another’s weight to carry

Until I didn't. And blamed my beldam

Like I do with every antidepressant I take and every media I critique.

Her chai incinerates my throat. hence I drink it every day,

Almost moves me,

Then I use the kitchen knife to kohl my eyes.

Often I'm reminded her tiles match mine

so I don't leave mine unscathed, just like hers.

She is a woman. Naturally, she told me to die;

And succeed this time.

So she could paint my body with colours she liked, could bear.

Breakfast is always fulfilling- with salt and salt and salt.

My therapist told me to knit with her

So she sews buttons all over me.

When she gives me almonds, my amygdala dissipates.

I was morose and immovable in may

Then a mayfly flapped its wings.

She kissed my temple

Every inch of me moved and committed again.