Hearts
John Witte
His heart
turned a sleeping dog her heart
seemed to be bleeding and yet they were drawn to one another
turned a sleeping dog her heart
seemed to be bleeding and yet they were drawn to one another
someone heard
a voice speaking in his chest
she thought she felt someone trapped in her heart his heart
was burned
he left a sooty smudge on everything
he touched her heart raged it raced here and there someone's
heart swelled
a river tearing at its banks her heart
locked tight a room full of velvety furniture her heart gave
a slippery thrash
his heart said foment pronounce
propound her heart said expand include elapse the auricles
and ventricles
the radio playing a love song
the snug heart bunched a clump of rope she felt her heart
about to open
and release something it cramped
it broke they kept on trying they couldn't help themselves.
