Would you believe There is a half-broken heart Perched on the sleeve Of the most frigid planet? This cloud-tattooed heart, So carelessly worn, Orbits everything: Comets, planets, Enemies, friends. This heart on ice Beats a steady trajectory, Silent and constant As the brackish blood That percolates through Your thin-walled veins As it climbs back to Your very own Half-broken, Cloud-tattooed heart.
Read about Pluto’s heart in this issue.
Julie Sumner is The Behemoth’s poetry editor. Read more of her work at her blog, windowonwords.com
