Connective Cube

I get goose bumps most times when / the little holes in my eyelids / produce an overflow of liquid

that my dam eyes fail to contain

There the micro-hills on my arm feel flattened by / the only warm appendage / my hand that was in my pocket

and now catches the four raindrops through the cracks

My soggy arm now beaming heat and chill / the shirt, it’s a stainer as I strain / to see through / the eyeglass condensation

Big girls don’t cry-yai-yai

Yai right / boys don’t cry / big girls don’t crai / infantilize the cry baby / hold it back / let it out / cry cry cry / did you forget to cry? / He doesn’t cry often, but when he does / she cries to get attention / it’s not all about you.

The chill / the hill / the ill I feel now that I have to breath in / breath out / haaaaaaaaa hot air / jaw creaks / water splash / it’s time to say hiiiii-eeee and care / I’m not overthinking , not overthinking right now.