My heart is in anarchy,
ungoverned by love.

It is from the outside of this world
that I can peer in, and see how the
arteries have become twisted, twisted
into a tangle of words
and scripture
meant to
oppress me.

Unwound, the words are scattered
like anagrams solved with the
humdrum thump of a heart.

There are rules that must be followed.
There are hearts that must be loved.