My Heart

My heart is a recently released convict. It’s scared of the freedom and it’s considering committing a crime just to go back to prison.

My heart is a woman. I can tell because it’s pregnant with conjoined twins that hate each other and they fight all the time.

My heart is a piñata. Set my love free by beating it out of me. Take it.

My heart is the night shift in a coal mine. It’s coughing and there’s always the danger of a coal-dust fire or a cave-in.

My heart is my own shadow that leaps in front me like an excited dog while I feel the heat on back as I run from the nuclear dragon.

My heart says words like murkallacent. Like affidious. Like pertorial.

My heart takes storms by storm.

My heart is a blueberry pancake.

And this is summer.



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