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31 TO MY HEART Heart, I think if I could run you under the faucet you would clean up your act and be dignified for a change, instead of jumping to fix your lipstick every time someone new showed up at the party. You feel like a box that gets stuffed with styrofoam. You’re certain to make a mess. Does it sound too zen to say you should just embrace emptiness? Anyway, heart, with you around these questions will always be academic. I try to imagine you on fire, but your constant thump insists you are not flammable. You’re muscular and wet like a particular kind of unpleasant handshake. Lucky for us both there are worse things in the world. In preschool, my test was an outlined person to fill in. 32 I drew you in the middle and wrote beep beep, which goes to show I’ve had the wrong idea about you all along. ...

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