Heart attack

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Heart attack
I had this dream:
They’d wrap­ped your heart
In transpa­rent foil
Toyed it around as were it an
Ame­ri­can foot­ball – throw and catch,
Catch it if you can.

You didn’t seem to mind much.
I tried to catch it. Heart­less now
You still loo­ked fine and laughed.
This is my heart still, you said.
It beats, it feeds me.
Why can’t you just leave it be?

Antony Oomen


Foto – Robert Map­plethorpe – Vin­cent [1981]