This is Bourne Identity Top Secret so DO NOT tell anyone but I’ve always pictured my heart and how it actually looks. And I’d like to think that it has sparkles or that it is as intriguing as the rings of Saturn or that it is bright blue or just that it is extra large and charming.
But it turns out that it is gray and dense and sturdy and it sits outside of my body on certain afternoons and it reminds me that it is my job to remember that there is no amount of worry or fear or abject confusion that will keep it from watching over me.
If It’s Sunday I Must Be Schmaltzy,
Cornelius the Corny Cornball