I’d Like My Heart Back

I’m working hard to
Blame the shit out of you,
You cardiac surgeon who
Never met me but who
Transplanted my
Engine to another
State another
Lazy excuse and then said
It’s for the best.

I don’t give a shit
What you call her:
That heart pumps wildly
In this life, in this
Dream world, leaping
In a chorus of sister
Screams as it
Flies on daddy’s
Homemade tire swing.

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