I have hidden
my big dripping heart
in a secret place. It hangs
from a rack
out of reach.
I believe no one—
not even you—
knows where. I am
so wrong. You’ve passed
by the site
so many times
over decades and degrees.
Never thought to look
till now. It was so easy
for you to find.
Affixed to that thing
all this time.
To what? Where? There.
A number. A symbol.
A geography without coordinates,
my love.
I love the power and gorgeous imagery of this poem!
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Thanks. Working with really basic language to see how it can sing.
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You are giving us the aria!
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Aww! Thank you, dear friend,
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