(Author note: a low point)
My heart no longer
is bloody or visceral
I fear it has become
through sheer repetitious
brutality
colder immune and
surprisingly plastic
a plastic heart
isn’t bad at all
it can get thrown around
and it doesn’t break
years won’t fade
its beauty or texture
it’s durable
it isn’t connected to tears
or guilt or obligation
it doesn’t get stuck
on one person or face
and is never
delusional enough to think
“is this the one?”
I can mold this heart
into anything
I want
it remains
mint unbroken flexible
plastic was invented as
a triumph over nature
plastic is man’s legacy
and is the logical
consequence to the problem
of human existence and
all the pain that comes with it
plastic will keep me safe
plastic will keep me uninfected
“how can you be
the way that you are?
I used up the original
heart I was given
so this heart is a good
substitute
the plastic heart
never breaks
always fresh
disconnected from the
teardrop place
I hope you never
need one.