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Your Other Heart By Natalie Shapero
Mossy and thumping, bare of logic, red: why do they say your other head
and not your other heart?
The snack cakes of Smut Wonderland turn Alice smaller than her dress. She stirs, nude in the folds of so much baby blue.
To think, they called this lesser art.
I ate mostly orders then, and you— you were thinking with your other heart.
I took in a dog the way some might take in a dress (I had become just skin).
It coughed. I cried for it
to stop, I fed it meat, its malady recurrent and untreatable. I had to give it up, like some bum body part
whose incidental benefit
the human form has out-evolved. Don't start. That dog: I called it Help, and I cried for it.