I'm burying it.

Well not exactly, but there's no room for it in my life, so I have to put it somewhere!

It's a holy fucking force, impossible to hide.

It pokes out, juts out, like nipples, like bones. It giggles and gushes forth like some kind of goddamn, twitterpated, unasked for salvation.

It ignores common sense, or any kind of sense, resents therapy, resists eviction. It's ugly and unwieldy and completely unworkable and it WON"T GO AWAY.

It won't be unmade.

I've tried, Lord, I've really, really tried.

So...

I'm digging.

Shovelling into the thick dirt, bare hands poking, fingering, tunnelling, creating a channel to pour it in.

Deep, hidden, buried. Underground.

Maybe it will like it there? Sink in. Nice, warm, moist earth.

Maybe it will disperse, dwindle, gradually dissipate...

Hah!

Mudpuddles, and geysers. It ain't no bloody use tryin' to get rid of the onry thing. Might as well settle in and get comfortable being uncomfortable, torrential, wet and shivery with love, all clenched teeth and missing, muddled, lost pieces...

Guess I may as well get used to it.