A Box of Heart

My heart has been boxed up like candy,

Something special that will make your teeth ache,

A cold snowy shot —

One bite and you’ll turn around,

Flying away on bird feathers,

Running on gazelle legs all spindly and fast.

Each year, a ribbon,

Winding through the night,

Weaving its way home,

To a you that I never knew that I missed.

Please bite open my heart,

Tear it with your yellow teeth,

Hot breath ripping through muscle and pain,

Loosen each year with your tongue,

And swallow my sorrow.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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