Brittle Heart


Lost. One heart. Slightly damaged.
Reward for safe return.

“It’s been months and no enquiries?”
“Hmm… I’m not seeing any matches.”

“Are you the owner?” I hesitate to ask.
She shrugs. Noncommittal.

“You say it followed you home…”
“Can I keep it?”

“It’s a bit chipped. Inferior quality. Signs of wear.
Ten bucks. It’s my best offer.”

Won’t own up to recognizing it.
Probably doesn’t want to get fined for littering.

“Why does it break so easily?”
The clasp is cheap? Inferior thread? Gravity pulled too hard?

There are questions, advertisements, public notices.
No response.  I do not know anymore.


Alexandra J Cornwell



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