i have read in books about heartbreak,
and i have always imagined it to be
some sort of nebulous warfare, a crashing,
a clattering of dishware in that sepulchral sink
that hangs above your head
and threatens to drown you.
the sun will crack in two
every time you break your heart;
fissures will appear through the sky
every time you break your heart;
the stars will unravel like nylon thread
and wrap tight around your neck, dig
into your flesh every time you break your heart.
[it is colossal//you are colossal//
and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts]
i have read in books about heartbreak--
yet recently, i have discovered
that the sky is nothing but a leaky faucet,
that knives do not slip so easily
between culverted ribs, stars
do not strangle people, and it is easier
to crush skulls than suns
with the weight of living.
there is a dull ache in my chest
and it does not look to be leaving soon.
[it hurts, it hurts, it
hurts]
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