Autumn

The Massachusetts Review

Abstract

Abstract:

My heart comes back in a very large FedEx box.

As though it has accumulated many new possessions.

But no, it is just surrounded by a lavish amount of bubble wrap.

Kneeling on the carpet, I lift it out.

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