To love you, is to elect
open heart surgery
without benefit of
anesthetic
for a body which otherwise
would survive
plenty of uneventful days
with minimum exertion.
Careful neither in the cut
nor in the sewing up
you are like
an amateur watch-mender
cowlick in the wind
standing with several
small pieces in your hand
and I, in every way,
the clock I was before,
no longer ticking.
~ Melodie Corrigall
Originally published in: Thunderclap! Magazine
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