As Blood Attempts Heart
I interview myself
Quote its gist -while swirling wine
All to myself:
“I’m popular”
-Yet believing,
An’ with no despair
That fame may come home...
And I hear those rhythms
An’ I feel then moan
An’ In my bones they shake
As blood attempts heart
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