With eyes closed
I gave my heart
to a butcher
And was surprised
when he sold it by the pound
to lusty housewives
trapped in sexless marriages
I watched from the back room
I turned a blind eye
Truth is never any fun
The butcher had a way with meat
and still had what was left of my heart
I planned to buy it back
Instead I gave my hands
My legs
My lips
My ears
I even gave my eyes
without my heart they’re useless
You’re making a mistake, he says,
with all my parts in tow
I know
There was no other way for it to go