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Tattoo by Seven Beckham
Endearment
Yesterday, with words,
I drew a map of the heart,
avoiding such terms as maudlin,
vulgar, and inertia. Because
the heart moves, the body
twists around it, walking
through dreams and remorse.
Because there is mutilation
and denial, people drive
headlong over euphoria
into ignorance. Maps
are necessary.
But even maps have a will,
it seems, to twist against
certainty. Because some things
are too rare to waste on recklessness,
words like forever and sorrow
carve roads on the heart
where love is written, a most
important and ordinary
endearment.
Christine Klocek-Lim
Yesterday, with words,
I drew a map of the heart,
avoiding such terms as maudlin,
vulgar, and inertia. Because
the heart moves, the body
twists around it, walking
through dreams and remorse.
Because there is mutilation
and denial, people drive
headlong over euphoria
into ignorance. Maps
are necessary.
But even maps have a will,
it seems, to twist against
certainty. Because some things
are too rare to waste on recklessness,
words like forever and sorrow
carve roads on the heart
where love is written, a most
important and ordinary
endearment.
Christine Klocek-Lim
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Copyright © 2009 Christine Klocek-Lim (poetry); Seven Beckham (art). All Rights Reserved.
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