I have a lot of bug bites.
I need to get up to pee after
all the mosquitoes in the tent have been killed
with meticulous care,
and so I accidentally let in many more.

I have it mapped out:
I have a five-year plan,
I have a ten-year plan.

I am planning
to get up to pee again
and need to exit the tent
again
once you’ve killed all the tent mosquitoes a second time.
I’m planning to inconvenience everyone.

I planned to cry till I hyperventilated.
And then my roommate,
who I did not realize was home,
knocked on the door to check on me.

My boyfriend cried till he hyperventilated
and then I thought,
the neighbors will hear
and they’re going to wonder what’s going on.

Once I blamed the person I loved for the cat going missing,
even though it was clearly not their fault.
Later they said that that was really fucked up,
and they were right.

I remembered it as him being shitty to me,
even though in hindsight I mean, well,
I was pretty shitty to him.

When I felt really happy but didn’t tell anybody,
waiting for the other shoe to drop,
the stomach in the heart and the heart in the stomach.
Like organs meshing, is what I’m trying to say?