ashley. twenty-one. recent college graduate. aspiring writer with a serious pop culture obsession. lost inside a mitten. learning to take chances.


all that will be said here has been said before.

22nd February 2012

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But most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitous,
though to twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,

and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.

It is a constant pestering
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child’s fist beating
itself against the bedsprings:
I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?

Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.

— Margaret Atwood, excerpt from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart”

Tagged: poetry

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