handprints in chalk
on the side of the television
my old imac, cd drawer inoperative
the marimba in many musical pieces, up high
the alphabet scrawled across the blackboard
a pirate ship, a magician's black hat, curious george
my heart open, full of joy, tears spilling,
melting diamonds, i wear the garnets,
crimson welts of pain
this is not sadness, this is the pure ache of love
contacting the heat of my heart
and rearranging itself into
pure gold
Writing it as I see it
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