Kidney lovers

I've been thinking and have decided that 

the next time I let a man in, 

I´ll be sure to store him in my kidney. 

Or maybe my appendix. 

Somewhere less vital than a heart, 

per se. 

I will make a home for him in some part of me I can live without 

in case it ever has to be removed, donated, cut off, 

if for example, it becomes ill 

or if He decides to leave.

I want him to feel welcome, 

but to remind him that he is a guest. 

If he get´s too comfortable, 

he might try to move into my brain, 

or even worse, 

into my memories, 

poetry, 

buildings, 

background noise,
motor skills,

bloodstream, 

autonomic reflexes.

This is too big of a risk. 

Absence leaves a stain like red wine on a white carpet. 

You can purge over and over again 

but a shadow always remains. 

On certain occasions, 

the only choice left is amputation. 

So yes, as pragmatic as this sounds. 

the next time I let a man in, 

I´ll be sure to store him in my kidney. 

Or maybe my appendix. 

Somewhere less vital than a heart.