Plum Heart

And every time you message me

You fly across the oceans on the wings of your voice

Through the vast gulfs of air

The gauzy atmosphere

Swoop down

And crush my heart in your hand

Like a butterfly

Like a tiny bird in the buzzards talons

Crunch

Why don't you pluck it from my chest like a ripe plum

Sip the sweet yellow juice

And discard it

Mash it into the asphalt

Into the dust and broken glass

Go ahead

Then I’ll be left with

Nothing but a hard pit

A little stone

Rattling around my empty rib cage.

You don't even know what you're doing

What terrible

Exquisite

Pain

When you fling me your voice