Everyone always speaks of the heart.

But what about the kidneys?
Don’t they know how to love?
And the liver?
Didn’t all the chocolate words
that were spoken to us melt in it?
And the fingernails,
don’t they bloom like flowers
when the blood says spring?
And don’t the bowels hold
all the words that were hurled at us
like heavy stones?
Don’t the lungs remember
the moment
they chose us
from all the people in the world?
And the navel, doesn’t it feel
how they cut the cord
and we were torn from the person
we once lived in
and lives inside us?

Everyone always speaks of the heart.