Saturday, April 11, 2020

My Heart


My Heart is……


My heart is an old junkyard dog,

limping amongst the wreckage….

no, on second thought it is

a boxer, ten years past his prime,

but then again, maybe,

it is an old scratched vinyl album

whose crackle and hiss are just part

of the song.



My heart is a lover,

not a fighter,

so I must keep it away from

all that makes it glad,

crowds, art, dinners, and gatherings.



To save my heart,

I must break my heart.

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