Here is how I control my heart: I string each thought one behind the next, like beads. I wear the answers I am waiting to give. The jewelry becomes heavy as soil. My long blink is a scream & a yes. There are things I have to say, but they do not yet know the questions they must ask. & a blink is no word; if they misunderstand— A heart is just soil. Ask anyone. A heartbeat is a blink. A long blink is a scream. A longer blink is sleep. All night I am screaming. Copyright © 2015 by Lisa Ciccarello. Used with permission of the author. |
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