On What Becomes of the Brokenhearted

All sorts of things need breaking: seals on letters husks on corn bread butterflies from cocoons chickens from eggs and hearts To break a heart is to let me out and let you in To be brokenhearted to say YES to cracked open wideness Heartquakes And walking around in my into pieces self revelations abound so much more room so much more me Not even the sidewalks can resist persistent dandelions They could not have known him in the breaking of the bread had not their hearts broken as well Loving is breaking: into pieces into ourselves into each other Heartbreakers All.