How I Am Doing

A red heart beats in my tall bin

it trots out subtle thud-a-thuds

[no one will die tonight]/ It is a

struggle to talk about 'how I'm

doing' - I attend a playground-

bait of held-back & brave boys

don't cry - hold it off - greeted

endings won't happen - as that

[round battery] raps descants/

I had plucked it from my pup's

toy & left it to wither [& expire]

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