the perfect day to be laid out on the grass

still|Photo by Tremaine L. Loadholt
look at that little heart
painted carefully on an
inanimate object . . .
I bet it doesn’t know
how to handle all that
blood pumping in one place
begging to get out.

do you think it wants to
trade with us?
does it feel?
will it be loyal?
could it break hearts?

look at it,
isn’t it the perfect day
to be laid out on the grass
waiting for someone to
come along and
rip that pumping muscle
clean from its chest?

maybe it’ll get up
before it’s too late.
it looks smarter
than we could ever be.