Pavlova With Words
The heart flattens out into words,
and it dies instantly on the page,
the tea is good but I resent the art
of bite sized Pavlova, apricot tarts.
Words
that should have lingered
a small while longer
are now bloated corpses.
The heart-
it's found no shore,
no safety
and no place to save itself from
drowning
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