throwing open
the heart, surprised to find
another heart
*
six months later
dead is more dead
than before
*
the long road
to you not long
enough
*
cracked by joy
stars leak through my layers
an infinite spilling
*
trapped on barbed wire
the scrap
of a red balloon
*
even leafless
the old cottonwood perfect
in every moment
your third noticing threw me until I realized the “not long enough” is (probably) meant in the “ain’t no mountain high enough, ain’t river wide enough” fashion.
i do like finding another heart in your thrown-opened one. like a russian doll-in-a-doll-in-a-doll-in.., eh?