an undivided heart is the goal
& mine is cut into sections
sometimes i held the knife
sometimes you did
(and you are millions of people now)
i'm being sewn up slowly
every time the needle breaks skin i cry out
gritting my teeth so i wont push the hand away
as i have done before
(& will undoubtedly do again)
& i try to take the the thread
into my own unsteady hands
forcing my crookedness onto my heart
my crooked heart cant keep the time
i hand it back & wait
(be still be still be still)