her heart grows lanky
and sleeps in the car
blond-curled head lolling
her heart grows dexterous
and taps the screen of a cell phone
drawing flowers and butterflies
her heart falls asleep in her arms
less and less these days
her heart peels away from her
with a sticky tearing noise
and runs away, shouting "No!"
her heart, no longer her own
can't be clung to or bargained with
as it bounds through this world
expanding
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