I had a heart once
It flew at the slightest
hint of air
It loved the taste
of roasted chestnuts
The way a mouthful of cold
water spreads through each
branch of the body
It stood in line yet
never struck
a perfect score
but wept to see
a shriveled globe
of fruit turn into
an expensive version
of itself— It walked
the aisles touching
the tissue folds
of things that no one
wanted to take home
In response to Via Negativa: Inscrutable.