Monday 20 December 2010

Once upon a time there was a heart
on the sleeve of a dancer. It was made of bright
orange paper, and the glow made
a disco of the dark.
The dancer did not know who put it there
but it looked quite cool. Soon others
came to dance and noticed after a while
they all had paper hearts stuck to their clothes.
Everyone felt connected and beautiful
though some suspected it was perhaps the drugs
and not the hearts which made them feel this way.
They went home at the end of the night, and in
the morning in their own rooms
so far apart in the city
the hearts all lay crumpled amongst piles of clothes.

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