Poem: Swiss Cheese Heart

Swiss Cheese

This is how we die.
A hole to the heart.
An almost healing.
Repeat until the heart is swiss cheese
and surrenders.

About this poem

Heartbreak comes in many forms. Somehow, mine has never toughened up for the next one.

The picture is not one of mine. I could never carve a piece of cheese so precisely. It is instead a legal stock photo.


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