Waiting for the world to end:
hoping the sky will fall
or a flame will grow
where firemen sleep.

Itching for a catastrophe:
a flood.
a death.
a volcanic eruption...
(a distraction.)

there’s a deep pain in my chest
that I’d rather forget.
(You took my heart
and ran.)

At least I know that I still breathe
the blood still pumping
through my veins:
my heart still beats.

Please return my heart
to the address on the back.
Or when the world does end
I might have a heart attack.