Tin Woman's Lament

i’d rather have

an agogô for a heart

a djembe for a heart

gramophone for a heart

bison bone for a heart

dandelion spore for a heart

sweet cream butter for a heart

i’d rather have a

mason jar for a heart

an ashtray for a heart

a plate of liver for a heart

lawnmower for a heart

jezebel for a heart

as opposed to this tissue and blood which damages my sheets

as opposed to this report that blocks my lavatory

as opposed to this bug snacked extra space overflowing with raccoons

as opposed to this envelope that appears right now open

instead of this light that clacks inside

as opposed to this TV box that draws thought on trash day

instead of this mole that simply answers deluge

as opposed to this colander that never gets the coarseness

i'd incline toward have

a heart brought into the universe of the craving

between a piece and a blues tune

a coleridge-wild weed hoochie coochie heart

a we certifiable cool heart on board the unfathomable produce of slave ships

an undying, maroon perpetually brown in obscurity slants heart

i'd like

have a heart that bangs

that beats

that beats

that beats

that beats