Do you hate me, God?
Are you peeved
Because I don't pray?
Where is my heart?
It isn't here-
Under the dust,
under the drawers
Where the spiders crawl-
Where the weevils play.
I want a heart that
Bounces like gray graffiti
Like broken glass
Smoked in a pipe.
Knickers belong
On kittens and
This poem belongs
To you.
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