What are you going to write about now that your heart has grown back?
Yesterday, the other day,
I was in the garden
and saw your heart
I thought it was going bad, so I plucked it off the branch.
Now look at it.
It’s sprouting in the glass on my kitchen counter.
You are so irresponsible with these things.
If it weren’t for me, your heart would have rotted from the
inside out,
infecting the rest of your organs.
Do you promise to take better care of it now?
That’s a girl.