my heart fills up
like a big dumb balloon
bloated with blood and empathy
for the poor kid in the hall
the redneck in the aisle
my brother in the apartment
waves of filling
swelling against veinous walls
spilling over with threats
of open human love
other times
my heart closes up
criscrossed daggers
and gnarled liquorice roots
guarding, posturing tough
pettiness, which plays so rough
liquid flames fly high up
in the brain stem
primed for the mental manipulation
storing fantasies and plots
closed in grey tissue drawers
sometimes my heart is crushed
sometimes nothing is never enough
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