it’s been 33 days

but my synapses don’t know that; they have been
conditioned, and reconditioned, through the lightning
that I let into my bedroom, but they are functioning
just as they should. they craved the electrical impulses,
and we triggered the release

of each neurotransmitter each time I climb
into my side of the bed.
because I’ve washed the sheets over and over and
I can’t stop smelling you, and my amygdala
would stop because it is functioning
just as it should. it has organized
every piece of you
into helpful information because my mind
is a machine
that has memorized every part of your code
and braided it into mine.