and sometimes I lie awake thinking
about all that lub-dubbing
on the ocean floor and no one to hear it.
What kind of god gives a cephalopod
three but a human only one?
I want more thumps. I want more time.
I want to waste my love on everything.
Give me a heart for Ohio. Another
for a silk butter moon. Another
for the park bench man who swoons
for doves, his quiet hands full of crumbs.
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