2012-02-02T22:47:18-08:00February 2nd, 2012|Musings on life|

Ode to the heart

The human heart doesn’t look at all
like the ones I drew by the hundreds
as a little girl

it’s thick and pale in parts
like a man’s leg
with tubes sticking out of it
like drain pipes

this idea that it’s breakable
is absurd

it’s your inner fist
a workhorse
sending the blood from your lungs to your legs
like a chain of men throwing water
on a fire

it is beckoning you

nothing beats a drum
that does not want to be heard

it is showing off
its muscles
use it
run it like a horse
be lavish with your love

protecting it
is like going hungry
so as not to offend
the tongue.

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