my heart knocks
I knock on a
a heart lying like any
it’s the applause like a whisper through the audience I open
door, a chest like a treasure in the coffin, his heart
organ on the table
only to disappear into another chamber
is no longer beating, the lights out in the house
lukewarm and bloody like his love
a labyrinth of closing doors
something seeping quietly from my veins and into
and dripping off me like the rain that his roof
a thousand mouths closing around me
fat storage in buttocks and thighs, all the meals
couldn’t protect me from, the rain seeping in
when the reviewers go silent
he will no longer ride off me
to my eyes like a sorrow I haven’t conceived
even criticism has died away from me
all the habits he will no longer improve
how do I get my heart to keep
how do I get all the audience’s hearts to
how do I keep the rhythm
time with what is no
beat
how do I keep
longer
in time?
time?
beating?
