The Toughest Muscle

Heart,

I’m cold—

hiding from you,

laying so low

in my new hole.

 

I’ll be free,

only when everyone comes.

To look for me.

 

Cone by

cone—

always and in every way,

I know you can’t bear

to trace a new name

on my brow.

 

Can’t take steps.

Away from where we’re tied down.

 

The toughest muscle

won’t let go,

so easily—

as you already know.

 

Just someone, please—please—

come and find me.

When it snows.

 

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