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Disintegrating Heart

by Aaron Blair

In my mind, I can track
the path of my defection,
astrally project myself
to where my heart still is,
torn out, beating beneath
the basement floor, a farm
house, bookended by oceans
of soy. It pulses in time
with the singing of birds
and rots in the ground
livestock fertilized.

Bit by bit, it disintegrates.

I come back to myself, this
small apartment, this concrete
jungle, trapped between the city
and the sea, the eroding edge
of the earth. I'm lost
in the festering crowds,
the throngs of people content
with never seeing an open space.

If the worms have their way
with my heart, then I could
get used to this place.

02/29/2004

Author's Note: Writing.com slam poem about two landscapes. I'm homesick. Obviously.

Posted on 02/29/2004
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