my heart is old, weathered, and soft
from bruising; i used it as a battle-axe
in the wonderbread years of my life.

girl's names: hung on my totem pole.
diana, jana, karen, karen kay, lawana;
and 7th & 8th grades came and went.

and so after college, my heart was tired from
protecting all those lies and false-fronts;
i polished my heart, spit-shined to a glow,

that was then.

now, my heart is a used pig-bladder;
between my three dogs tugging and pulling
at it, my day becomes joyful and fufilling.

04/17/2011

Posted on 04/17/2011
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