David Thornbrugh
Have a Heart
I have never seen my heart and never will,
I accept the dented arrowhead that Valentines promote,
I believe in the clenched fist of Jesus baring his rib cage,
I take at face value the heart-shaped rocks
jumping off beaches into my hand demanding
a ride home. All that weight just makes my heart
pound louder next door, a sexy neighbor
I dream of having. Have a heart
on a silver tray the width of a single life.
