Move the Back of Your Heart Towards the Front of Your Heart

We have become
White-blooded people of the future

Let me show you pictures of the man
I was when I was

Other than the man
I am right now

I have always wanted to be looked at
The way you look at me when I move

The back of my heart toward
The front of my heart


              The parenthesis of light
              Along your eye’s rim

Unbuttons me to the crescent shore of now
I break upon each time I land

At last

The solace of the world’s worst thing