You’ve broken your heart?
We are sorry to hear it.
We will knit you a new one, then,
from the eyelashes of porcelain dolls,
glue it in place with the sleep
in your eyes.
your heart will
For in it we have installed moth wings
and a terrible light for their motor.
Your new heart is nimble,
agile, a flighty rabbit,
it will beat against your ribs
‘til you drop.
But we warn you:
Do not fly it as a kite
to snap and tear on limbs,
Or chap in the wind:
We offer no warranty for twice-broken hearts.