Friday, November 30, 2007


My heart is not a sieve
letting small pieces of something in.
My heart is a door
if it lets you in
it lets all of you in
whether you are a man
or a woman
or a rat.
(or a job?)

I must experience all of you;
the pleasure
and the hurt
even if I don't want to.

My heart could let nothing in
but then nothing would get out.


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