The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

after Amy Kay

her crosshairs, chasing

the next beautiful—

breaking

the fragility

of egos

and the id—playing

the flute, en pointe

while eye-fucking

a bucket of KFC

The Heart is the stomach

and a deactivated amygdala—

the archetypal Gryffindor

her hair, a messy

topknot—craving

man-hands

to undo it

all