The heart is a wild thing.
It lives in a cage made of ribs.
It cures its woes with pistachios.
Cappuccino workouts.
The heart has an appetite.
It wants to be fed. It wants
to be led to the slaughter.
But we don’t want that
for our pet. We let it out.
But on a tether. Bird of prey.
It’d eat the rats out of Cinderella’s
Castle if we let it. Of all
our parts, the most monitored,
the most untrusted. We have
a list of remedies and acts
of heroism. In case of attack.
The heart fights back.
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