not for lease.
Sometimes during meditation they say “ focus on your heart area”, and so I do
And it lasts about 20 seconds before I start to think of my knees, or elbows, or right shoulder.
But then, here at work, sorting through Taxi receipts,
I can feel my “heart area”
It has an ache to it, like a hangover
Hard to pinpoint, but not to acknowledge
I wish it would go away
I wish it wouldn’t start creeping up into my throat
To stop the words I’m not going to say
I’m not even trying to rhyme here, but some
Others are looking for my “heart area”
But I don’t want to give them directions
Or even let them
Know it exists
Because once they find it,
They want to live there
It’s warm, and encouraging, and full of
So many others things
I fear you’ll never find out.