the boy makes me stupid,
crazy, clumsy, twelve kinds of
what the fuck and holy hell,
my god--and what have I done?

the boy makes me angry,
calm, utterly brilliant, confident
and insecure, loved and confused,
conflicted beyond all measure
and far beyond all reason--
is that a straightjacketet or a smile?
I can't tell.

the boy makes me
braver, a little bit left of all good sense, common
or otherwise--
yes, he takes all the logic
out of life, replacing it with feelings
until I can't think straight (or sideways),
and I'm barely coherent, or reasonable,
and my IQ's dropped into my smile.

it's uncanny, how disheveled
I feel, as if chaos
was a pretty form of restraint,
but, hell, like death and taxes,
there's certainty, here--
and I'm certain I love him,
even if it isn't the smartest thing to do.