53 thoughts on “Holed”

  1. “Time tumored around thoughts of your tongue”

    “The doctor prescribed a new heart.
    He pushed it into the nothingness you left behind”

    Unbelievably good poetry.

  2. The doctor prescribed a new heart.
    He pushed it into the nothingness you left behind,
    tearing through breast and bones that still refuse to stop being yours..

    This is so good, but it hurts so badly… The poet who makes clean cuts with her silver nib.

  3. That’s because those replacement hearts are cold. They last longer, but there are disadvantages.

    Good stuff. (The post, not the replacement heart, I mean…)

  4. I’m not capable of coherent responses today, but 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

  5. See that?!? I KNEW you’d rock this. The 1st and 3rd stanzas are my particular favorites, but the whole thing just throbs with emotion and pain and life and truth. Kindly old Doc Perkins thinks he’s solved your problem….could he be more wrong? This poem gets right up off the page and screams its piece.

  6. WOW! Phantom heartaches; ‘Time tumored around thoughts of your tongue touching my mind; and ‘throbbing […] as maddening as the night you ripped happiness out of loins’. I’m speechless!

  7. The first stanza–especially “..Take ½ a Time pill before the moon remembers she will never kiss the sun.”…” leads up to a shreik of a middle one that says so much of what the heart knows and tries to hide from the mind–just an exquisite, vital, expert piece of writing, piece of soul, and as Janis said, ‘piece of my heart,’ a thing which here has no peace, even replaced. Loved every word, Magaly.

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