I split my heart in two.
This is no mean feat
It isn’t just cutting meat.
There is a hacking, a gnawing
A cracking of what was whole
And I have become a child again
Learning to use these new organs
Uncertain whether I should have made the first cut.
A sliver may have been wiser
Less to chew. Unlikely to choke.
A girl with two hearts
Is a bit of a joke.