Heart Trouble

If you think you’re gonna strafe me with your highfalutin barbs…Guess again. If you think you’re gonna chafe me so I cannot burn some carbs…Guess again. If you hope to keep me flailing with your herky-jerky moods, So callous, so Kantian — so thick with egocentric foods…Guess again. For what we have, it seems to me, is aContinue reading “Heart Trouble”