My stomach has devoured my heart
kept it hostage at the gut level
and squeezing it tightly with the occasional acid coating
My breathing is too shallow for freshness to reach my heart
so I gulp air like fish gulp for water on the chopping block
Hoping hiccups will bring back my heart to an even keel
How do you ever heal broken hearts?
Maybe, it's haphazardly jammed with repression and amnesia
or maybe, time layers it so thick it suffocates
or maybe, we just never forget and own many hearts
so we keep each broken one in jars
labeled with times and dates of injury leading to
punctures, ruptures, splintered, disjointed,
love fragmentations
I keep my jars on a mahogany shelf
Polish it with nostalgia
I kept your jar open though
because I'm still trying to glue it back
replacing doubt with sunset drives
renewing smiles with kisses
remembering close tenderness instead of hazy fight tones
I'll keep it open until it expires
until it evaporates into love essence heaven
until I can regurgitate my heart back onto my sleeve.
15 years ago
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