A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
drive by the man
with the cardboard sign at the entrance of Wal-Mart and think: "nothing will break me like that--nothing" then someday you're alone. maybe at the top of a mountain in winter, half buried with zeroes, or maybe in a hospital bed, grey, awaiting the mask you imagine our little world twinkling in the valley a mouse's postcard. or dwell on your gallbladderless friends, those who are left-- not many these days. the snow crawls up you like bedsheets or visa versa. time is heavy. time is also feathered. "am I brave," you ask as the nurse takes off your shoes. as the cold slides it's envelope-openers through them. it's a good question. good as asking "who am I, really." the wind wants to answer. as does your heartbeat tangible to you at last a little line of mountains beeping on the tiniest screen. Comments are closed.
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