Heart resideswhere crumbling churches give way to blossoming treesempty storefronts to towering mansionsit doesn’t want just another heist movieor an illusion of cleavageit’s not accidental or meaninglessit wants to be known

The heart can be tragictrappeddefending itself with corrosive witit can be perfectly mediocreand a source of shamehardroughhomelyflophouse grimyhair that is blondebut we see the dark roots

The heart is an invitation to be part of the process.

The heart is only grain and goatsand the price of healthit cleans it riflessmokes its herbsbreaks out a beer bottle or twoits precious radiosstrapped up for protectionwith ragged black tape

The heart can be anguishedarroganteven sillymilling about comicallyrejecting fake decorumit comes from a repressive familythat disapproves of its child’s chosen profession