You know what else? I want to get open-heart
with a tattoo artist as the chief operator:
crack the sternum, pull the cage apart with the
and get my sweetie's name tattooed right there
on the clean smooth front muscle surface (just
under the aorta), then
clink it shut, zip me up
and after a few week's
recovery, I'd be like, "hey baby - guess what
Well I'd like to see what she'll do
to top that
I better tell them
take a picture of it.
before they close my chest
back over me, like a bone meat vest.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
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