some nights, a heart turns heavy
wells up with water like you fill
a latex balloon meant to grow
with gas and air and lighter particles
that expand and lift it into sky
but some nights, the faucet’s on
full blast and the balloon drops
into steel-cold kitchen sink
stretches down to touch the drain
gets so weighed it flops, falls
water gushing out before its end
can be twist-tied up and you thank
god it wasn’t knotted, it didn’t bust