Sunday Morning with Heartbreak

This is heartbreak

I’ve squandered this vow mindlessly scratching
a sterile sore. The portents were plain,
nothing would come of it.

Still I dream. Last night, seven dead mice
strewn across my coverlet, harking back
to an arresting image—Bodily Harm

rat emerging from vagina. I do not
make these things up, I’m too weary.
There is not enough salve

on the continent to swathe this busted body,
nor breath to resuscitate this heartbreak.

 

originally published at SoundZine, February 2011
with reference to Bodily Harm, by Margaret Atwood (1981)

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2 Responses to Sunday Morning with Heartbreak

  1. onedressblog says:

    You take my breath away. Your poems are sometimes like my dreams/nightmares.

  2. Pingback: Poet Bloggers Revival Digest: Week 38 – Via Negativa

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