some time ago
feeble legs grew out the heart
and as it ruminated about
inside my thoracic cavity
it caught the smell of something
different.

and so the heart
made a tiny hole
inside my chest and
squeezed
its way out.
it was only little;
therefore there was
no need
for an abyss.

tumbling down -
ignorant of the rules of
gravity -
the heart got dinged
on its way down.

it needed time
for patching up
and stitches
repairing itself with
adhesive tape and staples
i tore off the broken leg
and replaced it with
another.

weak and stumbling
broken and hurt
away from its complexity,
the heart was still fast enough
to run away –
and to disappear
over the horizon.

there is an heartless
echo
from between my ribs
as the heart is calling
come on over
come on home.

weak and stumbling
broken and hurt,
still right in the middle
of complexity
here is the plea to ode,
here’s to the heart
that is home
and the skeleton that is
me
floundering,
always on the way home
but never finding.