Saturday, April 12, 2014

102/365 : royal heart


you have a royal heart
i accidentally scrolled into words that are now
resting between my breasts
in the nest of my hope-cracked ribcage

darkness, darkness
thank you for teaching me courage
and the kind of freedom only reached
after two weeks of free bread and
seventeen cents in my bank account

now i've stopped believing that it
takes more than the magic of breathing
to be worth as much as gold

now i know there are always
sharpies and napkins and the chance
to write something as old and ancient as
a buffalo's soul

now when i've forgotten how to grow
delicious and bold
i will remember
that my heart is made of folded flower petals
as old and holy as the sky

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