Hedgehog, Hamnavoe Comments

Flinching in my hands
this soiled and studded but good heart,
which stippling my cupped palms, breathes -

a kidney flinching on a hot griddle,
or very small Hell's Angel, peeled from the verge
of a sweet, slurred morning.

Drunk, I coddle it like a crystal ball,
hellbent the realistic mysteries
should amount to more than guesswork

and fleas.
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