My heart doesn’t look both ways when it crosses the street. My heart ran away from home at 17 and never looked back. My heart did all the work but failed to turn in the final paper required to graduate. My heart sometimes wears its underwear two days in a row and just puts on extra deodorant instead of showering. My heart is lip-synching, but only knows half the words. My heart once saw David Schwimmer in a crowd at a rock concert or maybe it was Fisher Stevens. My heart always wanted to learn to play drums and still secretly thinks it would be great at it. My heart loves spicy food even when the burn comes later. My heart is why the caged bird sings. My heart still plays with Barbies. My heart took a road trip alone to New Orleans and didn’t once stop to ask for directions. My heart will never believe in the designated hitter. My heart knows things it will never tell. My heart listens to Journey when no one else is around. My heart knows it was Shakespeare who wrote the plays of Shakespeare. My heart has a list etched into it that contains your name.
My heart is whistling so it can pretend it’s not afraid.