OPTIONAL POETRY

There are four chambers in the human heart, for blood at least– Yesterday on 9th they were tearing down some old apartments, one wall peeled off like a sardine tin with all the rooms exposed, seeming so small from down below. Maybe it takes something brutal to know these secret inner workings, and maybe it’s better not to know, just to own these uncertain steps, to admit to getting lost in my own home. Across […]