Stupid Heart

I wake up and it breaks my heart. I open the blinds and the sound of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I walk to work, among the buildings, men in black suits. The congregation of pigeons, the camp of homeless beneath the underpass, nanny’s pushing strollers, and children, every one of them break my heart. There is a dream I have in which, I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders only space. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in an institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

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