Demolition


I needed somewhere to 
hang my heart.
Your shoulders took form
Of a hat rack

I used to enter
Through the doorway
Of your rib cage—

You were “home”
they say is where the heart is
As though this flesh form
Does not also require protection.
The walls of your love
Are caving in…
The builder I’ve chosen
Practices no acts
of construction.

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