i find that i
irrationally
dislike things
colors
intersections
people
buildings
and the hair
on the back
of my neck
stands
the lizard brain
reacts instantly
i back away

i find that i
unintentionally
love things
vistas
smells
memories
scars
when the hair
on the back
of my neck
stands
and i choke down
the cold blooded fear
and should have
backed away

too stupid
for pavlovian tricks
too stubborn
for insight within
never more than
a sad little boy
longing for
the love
that saw me
and swiftly
backed away