Monday, April 18, 2011


A woman whose heart
is broken hangs out
in the kitchen, pretending
to care when the meat

will be ready. So much
fails to happen to her
that she wishes it were
morning again and

that she could wake
up with a heart that
hasn't yet remembered
it's broken. She could

fly away on wings she's
not supposed to have.

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