is splintered
as icicles in winter
into a million sharp pieces
hanging on the eaves
over my front door

This heart
is heavy
running along me as a levee
stopping the sea of brine
spilling from my eyes

This heart
is static
as the air in my attic
sitting thick as fog
******* tight and flogged

This heart
is plundered
the days numbered
like sleeping through an old movie
guzzling gin and sushi