I.
The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled. It seizes love and chomps it up, grinds it down, melts it with caustic juices. The heart is ravenous, gluttonous, insatiable, never satisfied, wanting more, more, more. Gimme, gimme, gimmie, it says. Chomp, chomp.
II.
The heart is a cavern. Ice coats its sad red walls. The heart cries: Ah, Love, come in and warm me, make me cozy, light a fire. Ah, Love, have pity on me. Ah, Love, I die in this insidious chill.
III
The heart is an barren expanse, a private outer space, darker than a black hole. Signals from the galaxies beat against its little telescope, thump-a-thump-a-thump-a. Its core is dense and needy. Its instability strip is broad. The heart orbits the brain like a white dwarf.
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This prose poem was published 2010 in ditch, a Canadian online literary periodical edited by John C. Goodman.
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As I understand it the Chinese and maybe some other Asian cultures consider the liver to be the seat of the emotions, not the heart. If I understood the language I'd check out Chinese films to see if the heroine says "You have no liver!" to the male lead.
"The heart orbits the brain like a white dwarf."
Awesome closing line.*
Raw and painful. Fave*
Fantastic! *
Ravenous mouth, dank cave, white dwarf, wondrous imagery. Thank you!