An Extra Heart
I wish I were as fabulous as Titus
removing a pair of sunglasses
in one swift and open-mouthed swoop
only to reveal another pair
beneath the first. The drama, the preparation,
that pixelated shoulder wiggle
he throws in for added effect—I love it
as much as I love the lip sync queen
who tears her wig off during Whitney's chorus
only to reveal, you guessed it, another wig.
Something about the way she understands
the gesture of taking our expectations
and handing them back to us, foiled, doubled.
Dinner is served, Madame. Please find
another covered dish. Take the elevator to the second
elevator. Open the door to the door.
I wish I'd had a plan for all the times
a man caught me off guard. If I'd known
he was suddenly going to say he needed space
I might've thought to bring
an extra heart. Here is what you've broken.
Keep it. One will do me.
And wouldn't I give anything to go back
and tell my father that during those difficult years
I felt safer when he was around? And when he tries,
as he always did, to buy my love with money,
I'll hand my love over to him, easily, as I never did.
And I'll keep some for myself, as I never could.
- Justin Jannise (from Split Lip Magazine)