No Words

Wouldn’t it be
so much easier
if we could wear them
on our sleeves?
These hearts
that are so much heavier
than we expected
and so much more complex
than a construction paper cutout
on Valentine’s Day.
If only we didn’t have to explain
what happened long ago
to make us flinch
or cry, or run—
we wouldn’t need words
to paint the picture
of our deconstruction—
we’d just lift our wrists
collectively into the air
and everyone would gasp
in recognition
and in awe.

DeMaris Gaunt

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