like





the first time you learn
what it means 
to have your heart

wrenched like a
motor in its mount

being dis-
mounted by life

finding yourself 
rider-
less, no 
man at the helm

no hand on
the tiller

no head in the 
helm-
et

heart

less







...puttin' the Po' in NaPoWriMo...

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