Biologically speaking there are no bones in a heart. It's a muscle.
Oh wait, is it 'concept heart?'
There you go...I have heard a boy laugh after all, and it was just then, except it happens to be a female boy. As a matter of fact, a largely unattractive, aging and overweight woman who goes by the bony pump of Polly.
Heart/Bones, Gender/Relevance, let's skip the hello sailor to school together shall we.
Concept hearts for president,
Thanks for the read.
have you ever heard
the wailing a boy makes
when wearing his heart
on his sleeve, so far down
the hem of his shirt the
stitching can't hope to
contain what's left of his
blood and bones
just to be clear, I am teasing a bit, because I do adore concept hearts...But lets not forget that a heart, on some level, is in fact an organ.
I have no desire to throw a heart a bone for shits and giggles. Never have had the inclination to do so. Its like giving a puppy dog some squid ink. Or a blue jay some tusk.
I think its a shirt hanging over the side of a bed, with the seams unpicked by some sort of vindictive, scissor wielding maniac.
And a third party found an old heart, somewhere, salt-rinsed it so as it had no blood in it, got a hand full of chicken carcus, put both on the shirt, let them slide of the bed, pretending they belonged to the original owner, and then wrote a poem to make the scissor wielding maniac feel shitty and the shirt, subsequently, sorry for itself.
Aunty Polly came along, pretended to be a boy, laughed, and Voila!!!! The poem is realised.
A poetry site full of would-be shirt philanthropists! Except not so.
Ah, maybe it's like a 5 year old wearing an xxxl shirt? So his hearts on the floor?
Would that be what? And why? It's a metaphor for something maybe.
I'm still a boy and I am still laughing...but its not clear because its an incident that is not pictured in everyday life.
Maybe you could call it "small heart, next to a cufflink, on a big sleeve, on a floor"
reasons to wail # 1 : Having to wear Uncle Jack's shirt, replete with found and rinsed heart, because you rolled down a hill.
now I just think its sexist. Why boy and not girl? Why gender at all?
thanks for the read and play