wa whoosh wa whoosh wa whoosh…
the heart is full of holes,
paradoxically less than when brand new
fossa forming over bleeding os
losing virginity in reverse
closing up shop
nudging parasitic heart,
whispering
“you don’t need me anymore,
little heart,
use your lungs now,”
natal heart reaches
arterial highway
survives in vein
to beat and break
crazy little
two-toned organ
lub dubbing its
percussive journey
life-ward
that first breath
is a doozy
think of it as a cliff dive,
leaping
thoughtlessly
into here
and now
hello,
and welcome
we are all as fresh
and lost
as you
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 