The Heart

wants
what it wants.

But sometimes my heart wants things
I cannot give it:

A fresh start, a new self,
a place to be emptied.

Sometimes my heart wants things
I have to grab from its hands

and say,
No! Put that down!

Like knives or pills or scissors
I could cut out pieces of my eyelids with.

Sometimes my heart wants everything
and has to have its hands unclenched

before it is tucked into bed
for the night.