Tórax/ Heart

O último poema

    do último príncipe

Era capaz de atravessar a cidade em bicicleta só

 para te ver dançar.

 E isso

 diz muito sobre minha caixa torácica.

Matilde Campilho, 1982 in Jóquei

Heart 

She has painted her lips

hibiscus pink.

The upper lip dips

perfectly in the center

like a Valentine heart.

It makes sense to me—

that the lips, the open

ah of the mouth

is shaped more like a heart

than the actual human heart.

I remember the first time I saw it—

veined and shiny

as the ooze of a snail—

if this were what

we had been taught to draw

how differently we might have

learned to love.

Sally Bliumis-Dunn (EUA), Second Skin