There is no more hole in my heart.

I can remember the gape of it
oozing from edge to edge
and her smiles burned and tore it away,
no particular "her"
any "her" would do
(any "her" he would do?)
(any "he"?)
but it's closing
closing
closing

and sealing its seams with ceilling wax.

04/22/2004

Posted on 04/22/2004
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