folded heart

Accordion frills pulsating.

From a single poke,

a thousand holes -

each layer punctured like the last

and the chiffon edges

wave in my body

like kelp in the sea.

I fold it in on itself until it fits

the footprint of my choosing,

close and tight.

One storm all that is needed

to show I never had a grasp on it at all -

spilling out, transparent,

unfurling its pierced length,

an underwater parachute

threadbare

embarrassed

with nowhere to land.

 

 

 

 

APRIL 2015

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