Wherein I’m exploring the metaphor of dis-ease in the body: Fibrosis + Cardiomyopathy + Presbyopia.
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The cracks in my heart have not come
from bodies offered in the guise of honey;
haven’t shaken my hand seconds too long;
taken my eyes for gazing balls; my limbs for casualwear.
What pocks its surface could be mistaken
for the debris their kind leave behind