Dali

What do you call it when
a heart puts up a sign
that says, “Sorry, we’re closed.”

[I want to take back
every love poem
I ever wrote for
other people.]

What do you call it when
you see yourself in
that someone
you can’t seem to
shut up about?

[My hands don’t know
what to do without you…]

What do you call it when
your head spins in circles?

[I can’t stop thinking about you]

What’s that thing
everybody seems
so obsessed with?