we put mental stickers around our hearts
fragile
handle with care
this side up
do not bend
while our bodies go on without protection
we let others come and go
In and out,
like a train station.
we issue invitations
we attach ourselves to other bodies
in great delight, or misery.
When we grow old, our hearts stay young,
at heart we are all seventeen.
and look at the devastation of the bodies we live in
and look at the pickled mess we leave behind when we die.
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