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The heart is a fool, of course.
It sprints up staircases, sings off-key,
proposes in a crowded restaurant.
The brain folds its arms, drafts a prenup.
The lungs sigh so hard they almost implode. Violently.
The stomach dry-heaves. The skin peels in protest.
The hands? They text. Then delete. Again.
About the Creator
Tiffany Harris
Award-winning short fiction author, songwriter, and poet published in McSweeney's who won't shut up about it. This is that. Also great at non-parallel parking.
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