it travels from my neck to the tips of my toes. spreading crimson. even daydreaming can do it. or nightmares. like being called upon to speak in class. or look at boys. like dante’s inferno. irrational and feverish. shrivelled to the size of my obsession. infinitely stupid. just because i prefer to hold a girl’s hand. shameful. neurotic. that’s the way i feel. it shouldn’t make the news. it’s not a choice.