Name These Obsessions Cardiac

It teeters between extinction

and fluttering in pterodactyl

fear; you’ve been diagnosed


as an offbeat fossil, where

leathery hearts take flight

above orphaned tea kettle

steam. Juvenile, voltages


slightly jasmine. These are

your skies now, a cerulean


hatching that has scattered

its ventricle eggshells, hung

from ribcage like Christmas

lights or gallows: subtleties

of home vs. territory. Refills

are never found in existence.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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