Friday, September 20, 2013

Prepare your heart



They told me to prepare
my heart; so, I bought
a store brand marinade
and 7 bell peppers.

I made an incision just beneath
the ribcage, reached into
my summer garden of a chest
and plucked it like an heirloom tomato.

I set it on the drain board
and covered it with cumin.
I sliced it into 14, quarter inch slices.

I put them in a bowl,
added my father’s Polish herbs
and soaked them in the marinade.

My heart is now in the fridge
beside a jug of milk
a 7 brightly colored peppers.

They told me to prepare my heart
Another, I suppose, will cook it.




2 comments:

My said...

I'm a poet myself but you put every single one of my works to shame with this. Wow. I'm actually seeting with jealousy right now. c;

Unknown said...

I loved it is very nice and sweet.