april

my heart is not a kite today
it is not a blushing peony
it is not a tangerine, heavy with juice

today my heart is small and tight and proper
it wears wire rim glasses and pulls its hair back sensibly
it is clean-scrubbed beyond reproof

if my heart had a name today
it would be "Miss Crabapple"
a substitute teacher of uncertain age
reciting lessons from someone else's book
for a time
uncomfortably short


question: what name do you give your heart today?

mompoet - thumpy