This one's for Melissa.
Heart.
A child of say, six knows you're not
the shape she's learned to make by drawing half
along a fold cutting than opening.
Where do you open?
Where do you carry your dead?
There's no locket for that hinged hanging on a chain that
greens your throat.
And the dead inside you, don't you hear them breathing?
You must have a hole they can press their gray lips to.
If you open, when you open, will we find them folded inside?
In what shape?
I mean, what cut shape is made whole by opening?
I mean, besides the heart.