my heart fell out / an aftermath
By Leslie Grollman
Because Zachary Schomburg’s poem ‘Haircuts’ & the performance of it at Poetry Press Week 2016
it lay on the floor oozing in sorrow-gauze afterbirth / I made a swaddle from my socks, held it like newborns need / its right atrium suckled my left breast / the heart was thirsty / it drank milk that wasn’t there / its beat, a pier column / its rhythm, dragon-boat’s paddles / it hummed a tune from one of its lives / like a jig its feet would move to / if it were in a cavity that had feet / it burped / from its left ventricle / I swear it looked at me / a mouthless smile / it used to not / smile much / like that time // it flew into my chest / we cried a bit at the reunion? maybe, I’m not sure / on the train? / yeah, it was on the train / a man in the seat across from us me his eyes, ‘huh?’ / the little boy next to him / he knew / he knew he saw // the night like sparklers / conversations vied for the spotlight / he knew what he saw // I fell asleep and I was rollerblading
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