Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Clogged Arteries

A paper heart
torn in half
becomes two droplets of blood,
becomes two falling tears
becomes the two plucked petals of
she loves me, she loves me not
I heap on the clich├ęs
like they were cold cuts
in an ever-rising corned beef sandwich
of sentimentality
dripping with slathered-on condiments
I am salivating with sappiness,
ravenous and misty-eyed as I chow down
on this fat, sloppy stack
of overemotional victuals
Once I have swallowed every maudlin morsel
every cloying crumb
I will throw it all up
to devour and disgorge again and again
like a dog enraptured by its own mess
fascinated by what has spilled
from within his own pickling depths
no matter how rancid, how fetid
how bad for the heart

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