A Cargo of Green Hearts
in my life without a lover
throughout my house
kisses move like blind hummingbirds
windows rattle and complain
my hands linger on vases
the necks of wine bottles, doorless doorways
I inhabit my furniture despairingly
the way an animal inhabits a zoo
and cry over small things
dead moths, broken yolks, sad clouds.
outside, the world goes on
and on painting itself tangerines
while I dissolve in my shower
raise myself from the endless floors
and wait for night, sweet night
to climb into my bed out of pity.
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