Comfortable Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

How can I be so comfortable?
How?
I don’t understand, Doc.
Explain it for me.
How can I be so comfortable
Around him?
Him of all people?
I just don’t get it.
Explain it a little slower.
How can I be so comfortable
In that situation?
Of all situations…
I’m more comfortable with him in that situation
Versus being comfortable in a normal situation –
Not to mention – clothed in the latter?
Man, it doesn’t make any sense.
Really, it doesn’t.
No awkwardness or uncomfortable feelings –
None at all –
Washed over me.
Is it just right?
Or am I just immune now?
Now of all times?
I’ve never really been comfortable around anyone,
So why – how – does he ease my anxious mind?