When my stomach moves

it climbs and reaches
through and up
its usual habitat, replaced by a new location

my stomach is a mountaineer
always the climber these days
it feels like magic

the way it sneaks and appears
first in my heart, then in my throat
controlled by its own laws

but i've fooled my stomach
i can gain control over it
i can teach it how to move to my heart

into my throat
those winged butterflies who carry
this stomach

can fool me no more; they are under my control
i displace my stomach
with the slightest, most delicate

thought
of
you