Tip Of My Tongue

forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit

Day 327

if
you
have

a hole in your heart
let me fill it with light

the
kind
the
stars
die
for

and one word at a time,
let me fill it with poetry

because it is the strength
found in bone marrow

if you don’t believe me
the anthropologies are proof

of
how
verses
bleed
out
of
broken
jaws

but a piece-wise empty heart
would be a terrible sadness.