Without the Warmth of Our Hearts

Without the warmth

of our hearts,

there is no warmth

at all.

 

~

 

A cigarette smokes

my chest, cherries

my lips—teethes

my storm.

 

I’m the bent nail

under the porch,

kicking sparks

to keep warm.

 

~

 

No flame

owns it,

not that heat,

 

The heat of another.

 

No flame

owns it,

not my heart,

 

Not alone.

 

 

 

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