I used to be two,
then one of my hearts stopped.
Stay calm, I still have another
although the tinsely feeling is gone.
I was told they would bury it
in the city somewhere behind a fence.
Dream it, a moth’s beating wings
making language in a place that has stopped.
I know how to destroy me.
Forgive me if I don’t spell all the words right.
You see, I’m half dying. Split open
and left at one end of the yard,
I mean mind,
No, yard.
The heart is gone,
that is all you need to know
this shivering love.
© 2006 Maggie Lopez