This is a framing device
The heart, nature
A gif of restraint
Only the implication of desire
can be conveyed through my motionless
hand over my motionless heart
Hanging in there
the all kitten depiction
of cultural revolution
pictured in the restaurant
of my youth
a glass and brass table flipped
The wet fog, the upturned top
The slow loss of want
For breath, an exchange of nothing
The heart is made of nature
A cat stares at a blank wall
The building around it implodes
Over the embers, poets stew jambalaya
Waiters bring swords of grilled hearts
