Angina

I am Occam’s razor
incarnate.

My heart is enslaved to
sages who pay
minimum wages for
a life’s work under
the sun.

The blood it pumps to
lift my shovel,
forces its rust to
break
through rubble,

burst the bubble in which
I’ve come to mistake
cardiac arrest
for love.

 

 

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