poem #6

POEM #6

i hold
in my hand
thee heart of a lover

i wear
on my sleeve
thee heart of a dingo*

i keep
in my chest-
locked up tight
inside my ribcage bones,
the following:

3 birds.
a single yellow rose.
one switchblade.
one handle of rum.
and...

thee heart of an ass.

*Dingoes are mostly seen alone, though the majority belong to packs which rendezvous once every few days to socialize and or mate.