To Make a Watercolor Heart
Peel layers of thorax. Hand draw.
Label in ink the variations in
the branches of arteries
that sprout from my aortic arch.
Any heart thickens with use
and involuntary murmurs.
That's what humane means. Its curves
can be traced. In the colors
of comings and goings, red means away.
Trace its filigrees in brushstrokes:
wet on wet on the dry paper
of what life offers. It has nothing
to do with light and everything to do
with growing up, telling it like it is.
When I say my heart is heavy,
I mean large and willing to stop.