A Heart Too Full To Rest
I should be in pain—
My eyes should be glazed,
Sunken down to the bone.
My words should be short,
And my yawn should be a roar.
I should be miserable,
And I definitely shouldn’t
Look at the raindrop on my arm
And see a sunflower bloom.
But what can I say?
How are your feet
Supposed to hurt
If they’re swept off the ground?