sometimes my stomach sits
sideways inside myself
and i twist and stretch
try to settle, move it to a place
where i can forget that it's there

but no matter which way i move
or try to think of other things
still it sits and stews
unsettled, fidgety and rising into my throat
mirroring my discontent

i want to bruise my knuckles
raise my voice to the ceiling
colour my skin so red and glaring
anything to break this fervor
help me to cope and contain this feeling
that what i am will never be enough

the assymetries of my body, mouth and mind
cripple my capabilities of holding someone close
i am unable to keep their gaze fixed on my face
not even worth meriting an explanation of why
though it's clear for anyone who cares to see
that it really is just me.