The Back of my Heart
There’s something alive
in the back of my heart
it’s dark
and old
and vibrant
in the back of my heart.
I carry it with me
because it is me
but I don’t pay much attention
but my attention
is just a loudspeaker
my attention isn’t me.
The dark place in the back of my heart
holds everything
I haven’t wanted to to spend time with
and placed it gently
organized
in the dark
at the back of my heart.
I don’t know what part of me
picked these things up
and stored them
but maybe someday
I will meet that part
for now
it’s for me to know
that I have this
storage
and I think,
maybe,
it’s getting full.