heart – Page 4 – Little Bristling Soul

[…] I had found myself standing
in a ley of misnamed yellow
calla lilies thinking: That’s surely the shape
of the heart: open yet twisting
something strange, not at all delicate
at its core.

Olena Kalytiak Davis, from “Sleep Was An Inlet,” And Her Soul Out Of Nothing
(via lifeinpoetry)

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