She meets me in the dream
Warm and dead
And more alive than I've ever been
My grandma
Waiting by her kitchen window
Grandma
Sweeps up my hands with kisses
Asks me what I want
I bring him there
My ex
My undoing
He stands, confused
I touch his chest and remember
His heart, my heart
His heart, my heart
My fingers push past skin and bone
-Yes!- she shrieks
It pulses in my palm
Found and held
-Change the heart!-
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Nicky Frankly
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