Poetry

Three-Body

by Josh Pearce

the heart is a sputnik
the size of your fist
once caught in the influences
of what body tugged
it at a distance,
once sending
radio-rhythmic pulses
across such speechless
voids
now sent to its graveyard
orbit halfway up,
caught in the throat
not quite out the mouth
of sinking sensation
now only a hazard to other
orbiters that may
collide
with it.

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