dopamine
you
are not a tiny meticulous detail to be dissected
by my scalpel, over
you
my being cannot pulsate
with the power of detachment from those puerile, violently beating organs
i cannot control
you
infect me with diddly dumb joy,
and numb me, when your being breathes something bigger into,
mine
surging warm, orange life;
i
feel the painful twang of living, and
dopamine