the medical model enters the scene

I’m naming this disease before other

people jump on my bandwagon. Welcome

to Diagnosisland. My fault here: sure,

let’s say it’s compartmentalization

of the heart-brain. Can someone please shrink

me, fix me, my harlot ways. Like one man

in one lobe, you in another. The pink

of me divided. Brains, I mean. On scans

this shit doesn’t show up. Do I love like

a psychopath (and other questions I

haven’t asked my doctor)? Do I kiss like

your dream girl, because I try. Yes, that guy

from Brooklyn bought me nice pizza, but who’s

keeping track? I’m yours, I’m his. It’s lose-lose.