We must grow a bit, when
our hearts are too big
Soon, they will fit back
inside our vests, less prone
to unforeseen elements, than
on outer clothing; well cushioned
in the event of a huge blow
This, keeping all parts contained, allows
for no missing pieces, when finally
we are able to locate the best type of glue
There isn’t a (w)hole
if love is withdrawn from you
just broken pieces
& & & & & & &
Love is a strong glue
which puts us back together
if it is opened
Bits and pieces of them
hang from the ceilings
on windowless walls
still other parts sit
atop different shelves
as little by little
THEY disappear
Lately I’ve taken to
pouring my heart out
into a bucket of words
used to paint hope
on the back fence
Heartspell 