THE HEART
Is the way the cinnamon bagel dissolves
into the mouth of my mouth,
which is to say, it is not just within,
but a part of the moving mandible.
Masticating off to this
crunchy crumbling cream-topped creature
IS MORE TREACHEROUS
When encaptured in clenched gnaw
Than spewed out from a slack-jaw.
Voracious in size or incisor,
Insatiable unsizable saliva,
This hunger is more
Bladed weaponry of a saw-toothed smile
THAN ANYTHING ELSE.
I am enamored with the way bagel ogles at my fingers.
I mean, I love to sit at a table set for four
But right now it's just the two of us:
I mean bagel and wife.
Our covenant seems incurable,
batting its butterfly wings in my belly
Is most unholy
AND IS DESPERATE.
But when caught and called for what it is-
A most beguiling betrayal,
It taunts a song that
Haunts my gut hollow:
WHO CAN KNOW IT?
WHO CAN KNOW IT?
WHO CAN KNOW IT?
about: a satire about the betrayal of the heart against the body based on JEREMIAH 17:9-
The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?
