Glass Man

Let me hold your heart like a cup

Of coffee. I haven’t eaten today at

all… shakey. My chest steals against

the caffeine and hinders my breathing

what warmth I would feel if my blood

had more oxygen. I’ve steeled myself

for what you’ll do to me: my jaw will lock

a real bitch on the little bone offered.

 

Yes, like this, your heart like this

especially fragile. My hands don’t

slip too often, but should it be only

think: pieces of porcelain all over the linoleum

it might be the china doll’s head.

Looking over the pieces I might

make out some of her face, following

a blush of cheek there a mouth

painted that way. You must forgive me.

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