Fragile Don’t Break
What My Heart Looks Like
A poetic rumination

This is what my heart looks like —
when you thrashed over it without thinking

This is what my heart looks like —
when you silenced it, so I wouldn’t scream

This is what my heart looks like — when it’s tumbling against the walls of the drum in a Maytag dryer

This is what my heart looks like — when it’s been burnt and left to sizzle on an August NY sidewalk

This is what my heart looks like — when it festers and turns rancid behind the cool whip

This is what my heart looks like — When it’s left on hold and trapped in an endless loop of muzak

This is what my heart looks like — when it’s left as abandoned roadkill for vultures to fight over

my heart is fragile handle with care or it might shatter onto your screen




