Transparent heart,
what inhabits thee?
What is submerged in the honeycombs of your soul?
Fingers touch.
And the river rises.
The light wore away;
albeit, the heart still remains,
braised
and seared
yet scattered,…
-Hash Browns; Scattered, diced, covered, and smothered?
-Here! That’s me!…oh miss, Got any Tabasco?
Smyon-Pa 