To Vomit the Undigestible

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Nonrefundable

The door slowly closes and the sound is sucked out of the room
As you stand over where I'm crumpled
Between the door and the wall.
You mumble something and I feel a sudden weight in my outstretched hands
But I don't even have to look to know what's there -
A lump of charcoal that bleeds black ink onto my blue jeans…
You know, it looked like a human heart
When I gave it to you.

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