How many times can a heart
It is endless, just as love.
And how quickly the impulse to
comes, like a hand grasped around
a bleeding wound.
Apply pressure first, we say,
as if healing begins as stress,
as if the laying on of hands makes
yet, not trusting,
that a heart does break.
I do break. I must have.
Unbreaking isn’t healing.
Stop your hands and let what will
Let me break
and feel —endlessly, just as love.