Red Paper Heart

My heart beats too fast, like a drum, like a drum,
Like a kamikaze drum,
And my hand on my chest, beats an inverse rhythm,
As if stating a reminder, a reminder, a reminder of patience
Like all the other helpless things we do, things we do, we do
When we find we cannot keep up, keep up, keep up, keep up, up, up

And my heart is a box in a box in a heart-shaped box, in a box called love,
That's in a box, in a box, in a heart-shaped box
With 5-cent valentine hearts bouncing with its beats, beats, beat—
Be mine, be mine, be mine, for the millionth time
In the heart of my heart in a box in a heart-shaped box that looks like
Love in a box in a box in a heart-shaped box,
but it's just cardboard, board, board
wrapped in a ribbon that will fray if you pull at the ends, ends, ends, ends, ends
of a thing called love that is really string

Pull, Pandora's son, pull, I dare you, you, you to pull
When I hand you my heart, which is a box, in a box, in a heart-shaped box
Pull, and release what you can't control
That will overflow from my box, my box, my postmarked box into your body,
Which is a box, which is an empty box,
Through your arms which are twine
To a bigger box, which is the world, which is the world, in a box,
In a box, in a world-shaped box

Which is flat, don't you know, know, know
After all this insistence we still do not know, no
The world is box within box within box within box
Squashed for greater ease of under, under, understanding into
Four two dimensional squares, squares squared

Once, I would have been disappointed to learn that the world is
…flat
But no need now that I know that in order to see the full contents
Of the heart, the box in a box in a heart-shaped box,
Someone must sit on it first