Thanks, stupid heart
       

like for that time I'd banished her
number from every device I owned
only to find the digits scrawled on your
anterior wall. Diastole, you whispered,

relax and fill. But what did you know?
Flushing and pumping like a jellyfish
going nowhere, stuffed between my lungs'
pink wings like an ugly flightless bird.

The trick pony of my brain was ready
to wander other pastures, wonder other
futures, but you—grown from the same stock
as courage and accord—she was your only

aim, and faithful dumb muscle you are, stupid
beautiful heart, you beat only for her.

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from Take Me with You, Wherever You're Going
Four Way Books
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