Saturday, June 12, 2010

Immaculate Heart of Mary

there’s only a humming

behind the velvet curtains

where her virginal heart

used to be.

I opened the curtains,

expected to find part of her there.


the brightest red.

this feels like the summer

I ate nothing but oatmeal.

all that warmth in the sun

made me feel too full.

I took up sewing to replace

this black hole behind the curtains.

a felt heart unravels at the seams.

I never promised I was good

at making anything real again.

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