a heart

the moon sings the way it does because of tree limb translation

and i wait for you by the swingsets as dogs moan along

we've got time to decide

and i've got a heart as big as everything so you can fit right in

two little drinks of something and a cigarette perched where i shouldn't be

yeah i've got a heart as big as everything so you can fit right in

this is what we learn between the pitfalls that break limbs

and the sad songs that cheer us out of the overwhelming collectivity of it all

we learn that hearts keep pumping and the moon keeps singing

past the dawn of the everyday that steals mystery away

we learn to love more because it makes our muscles better for it

and that no matter how much we feel, it's nothing

nothing but the breeze and the sand below the swingsets

we cling to for the memories

and i've got bruises shaped like you and you and everyone who's ever touched me

but i'm prettier that way

and it feels good to know i'm a bruise for you too

and if you touch it, it stays longer

so touch me again with your sweet little gaze

make a tear in your side for me to slip into

and i'll nestle alongside those other memories

to weed the garden you keep inside you

and make it grow stronger and greener and more willing to share

all the weakness it has to the meaning in me

that keeps pushing at you and pulling at me

and maybe one day it'll add up to more

than what sounds kind of like gospel and closing doors

next to me the basketball sounds small and unsure

because nothing is real and we're all fully impure

made of bottles of vinegar left too long on the porch

once we were wine but we were never uncorked

potentials meet possible with a force like a storm

that tears coastlines apart with a wink and some scorn

but i've got a heart as big as everything so you can fit right in

and feed me apples of aspiration to keep me afloat

don't let go

the difference between ripe and rotting is a second at most