copper

heartache is

a penny, leaving

greenish glows

in the palm of my hand,

its slick caress a kiss

against the inside

of my pocket.

its weight yearns

like a kindergartener

whose voice

wasn't heard,

who knows

everything there is to know

about outer space,

something she can feel

wrinkling, biting a hole

through her chest.

and this tadpole heart,

it struggles and flails,

gulping to life

between words

it never knew

how to say.

silently,

somehow,

this monster

in my mind

falls gently asleep

with the tide.

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