Unframed Centerpiece
naked on a wall
I had a dream I
became your unframed centerpiece
you opened a drawer,
took out scissors, and
cut a dotted line across my chest,
carved out my heart but left my lungs
to their final breath.
Elected not to color by numbers
but chose rather to brush and sew
your favorite shades instead,
then explained why you wouldn’t need
any hues of red. Something about
my heart’s desire for those strings
would come after so I could backstitch what was left,
except later I found nothing
relating to this or love’s remaining threads.
Then you picked me up like a canvas
and glued layers like paper-mâché
commented how you like to use my heart
as your art because art is your escape
hung me on your wall naked, then left
after telling me that I should be displayed.
And not just anywhere, somewhere like a museum
so I looked at you while hanging and dismissed that claim.
I said, “Darling, if that were true,
you would have found the time to stay
or after hanging me naked,
bothered to put me in a frame.”
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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