purloined hearts and assassinations
I keep counting on my fingers
like I’m five years old
solving one equation after the next
as if it’s nothing but a thing
I’ve quietly learned to separate
distance from time
without having to use my fingers
or any other cognitive skills
I once fell in love with an assassin
with a selfless attitude
and the quickest seven fingers
(I’ve ever seen)
this side of the mississippi
oh lord how she stole my beating heart
february two thousand twenty
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