hearts

are meant to be shared

savoured;

a freshly baked delicacy

 

meant

to be divvied up

and served

to life’s various diners

 

but my heart

i offered a helping

(a generous one)

someone

spat it out

in disgust

 

okay.

i’ll put it back

in the oven

for

a

while…

Originally published in White Wall Review 7 (1982)