ello, jello

i just don’t know. is this fear? i think i know how the first part of this goes. you visited me at my work in a pale blue nightgown. you were at the gallery across the street and thought you’d come and see me. i watch the way you rifle through our candy section and you ask me if i get unlimited popcorn while leaning across the bar. (you really don’t need to. i remember that you’re beautiful). i say yes. or at least i think i do. But. But the fear. I don’t know how to love people with a body that doesn’t feel like it’s mine.