you_don't_know_my_heart tender_square who did you make a commitment to, she asked me. and i knew what she was getting at elliptically. mother of logic, mother of rationality. i was watery eyed in the break room between bites of baby spinach, coworkers tiptoeing in to rinse out dregs of coffee from their mugs, loosening rings etched on ceramic insides. take six months to really focus on you two, she pleaded. sobbing in the stock room, i held two broken strips cut from a box of paper: i don’t know the answer. (give me the answer). later, halving cherry tomatoes sinkside a rainbow cut across my left breast near sternum, sunlight piercing the teardrop crystal in the window. 220315 what's it to you? who go blather from