July 2nd? Already? This is a make-up

You're the smallest
free form
so small I sometimes
forget you

When I get nervous,
I could swear you
melt in my cup
show up in my veins
three days later
so damn amorphous
those little drips
of air
like sweat
get claustrophobic
and fizzle over

Maybe if you're lucky
you get a hiccup