The first day of spring, Gibbs did a headstand
and I cried for all I’d lost through laughter.
That moment of humanity saved and destroyed me.
The membranes of unfeeling collapse—
my nervous chatter a rattling of cerebrum.
Do hearts require entropy to beat?
Six years later my tongue couldn’t help but prune
when you asked what’s wrong with me, and all
I could see was Gibbs, legs solar-bound, careless.
Your affection is heard as a belly full of blades
of grass pinwheeling through my vessels.
An affair wet, the brain a fertile womb.
How beautiful bodies are when inverted,
but I will never feel my gray matter plump to sanguine,
my vertebrae one winter close to fracture.
Resentment shreds each double helix,
but when you ask, I perform.
Your love notes cover holes punched through walls.
ABOUT NICOLE MELCHIONDA
Nicole Melchionda is a recent graduate of Stetson University where she majored in English with a minor in creative writing. There she completed an independent study on gothic poetry with award-winning poet Terri Witek. The interests that infiltrate her work include biology, human anatomy, cosmology, psychology, and interpersonal relationships. She is now working as an English teacher in China.