Ode to the Lonely Heart
Sole occupant
of concavity:
stalactite core
weeping red sap.
Circular beats
crack the silence
with “not enough,
I’m not enough.”
Rivulets seek
reunion,
slicing a home
through hostility.
Granitic walls
bear witness to
the suffering
of no body.
Flinching eye, turn
to this abyss
and fold your arms
around despair.
