Love Letter

Its so stupid
to have that
klatch conversation
about your heartbreaks.

You're lucky
if you ever got your heart
properly destroyed
a greenstick break
straight through
uncomplicated healing
knit together
and they wrote that line for you:

stronger at the broken places

for the rest of us
with a stake
and perhaps
culpability
in the making
of the wreckage

rending
tearing
cachectic wasting and
gangrenous rot

for the rest of us
imperfect healing
wounds to be packed and drained
debridement of foul tissues
wet bandaging

the whole
stinking
mess

no linear progression
towards wellness here and
on your downest day
you understand something
in the logic of
amputation
and burning

it takes something
to endure the healing
knowing the result will be
your stump
or nub
divot
and scar

the klatch conversation
you're having
over lattes
at Starbucks
about your heartbreaks
and their
healing
I can't relate
I am over here
in this church basement
with a motley
support group
we don't even
like each other
we're just here
in the bad fluorescent lighting
unable to help
but burden
each other with
the long
and agonizing
and painful stories

of reconstruction.