Thoughts on the Garden Bed

Another bad board
Unscrew and replace and rescrew
The heart, the liver, the kidney
Like this bad board
how is it then that you
With all your replaceable parts
Your breakable bits
Are irreplaceable?

For any other heart would beat as yours
Any other voice carry to my ear
But not quite right
Not so
With the fiddling of your fingers in my hair
The soft lullaby of laugh
The one only I hear
In the tired dark

Born from my body
Whole and new
With your one heart
Two eyes
In your only shade of blue

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