quoting you

"gorgeous," 

and through that half-quote 

ghost-memory 

the heart stirs 

for this new inelegant love 

where i am

unafraid

unintimidated- but! 

nervous

and fluttering 

and my heart is undriven

by some kind of loathing; 

"mine," 

who are you -- 

to make me feel

(what is this?) unbad -- 

good? 

"will you?" 

i don't know

(how to destroy myself) 

with you

and-- 

well--

I like that.