the heart

July 15, 2009 at 4:49 am Leave a comment

not exactly poetry

the heart

red and gooey

and fragile

so freaking fragile

it breaks at every toss and turn

the heart

is a deer that rumbles

through the trees

thinking it can outrun

anyone–

it can’t

the heart

my heart

is a Rosetta stone

useless unless you know

how to read it

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