Death of the Heart

Smash a thousand ruby hearts
just picked on a Sunday morning in June.

Add sugar and pectin and a drop of vanilla.
Boil violently. Yes, violently.

Pour into crystal clear jars.
Screw on lids. Not too tightly.

If you followed all the rules,
you’ll hear the jars seal shut.

A little sucking in.
A sharp inhale.

Then stack the dead hearts
on a dark pantry shelf.

Or, give them all away.
Yes, it’s better to get rid of them.

Before you can’t
stand to part with them.


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