I’m naming this disease before other
people jump on my bandwagon. Welcome
to Diagnosisland. My fault here: sure,
let’s say it’s compartmentalization
of the heart-brain. Can someone please shrink
me, fix me, my harlot ways. Like one man
in one lobe, you in another. The pink
of me divided. Brains, I mean. On scans
this shit doesn’t show up. Do I love like
a psychopath (and other questions I
haven’t asked my doctor)? Do I kiss like
your dream girl, because I try. Yes, that guy
from Brooklyn bought me nice pizza, but who’s
keeping track? I’m yours, I’m his. It’s lose-lose.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CADE LEEBRON lives in Columbus, OH. She holds an MFA from The Ohio State University, where she served as an editor at The Journal. Her work has appeared in The Boiler, American Literary Review, Electric Literature, and elsewhere. She exists online at www.mslifeisbestlife.com, and on Twitter, @CadeyLadey.