by Michael Tusa
A hinge in my heart is broken.
I can feel it's ignorance, buzzing inside me like a pair of black flies.
I feel it rolling around within myself, a foreign body deep inside.
It was loose for a while.
I remember the day I noticed it creaking.
Carefree in the grass, staring up at the sky.
In the clouds, I spotted a mouse and thought to myself, how wonderful it is to be alive.
So suddenly it happened, as things do suddenly happen.
I grabbed my chest quickly, and thought to myself, so it is true.
To be human is to eventually die.
I never felt the same, as I did that day,
and all the
days forlorn.
I feel someone taught me an easy lesson, one I haven't soon forgotten
on the day that she died,
and all those before.
I think this is wonderful. You are quite talented. The title says it all. *