Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Sore This Heart These Arms Are

Muscles rip. They tear
to grow. Up! Sitting on a dollar bill won’t
turn it into Jackson. And those of us
who lie

curled tight inside our minds in which
6 by 2+ inches overestimates our worth,
consider a seed

born to die to fill
our endless stomachs for a week.
So must muscles,
to make much of what they have,
be breaking.