Hey, you!Quit pouring rust remover
over an old heart,
don't you know that red oxide
is the part of my soul
that just barely keeps the blood vessels from leaking
and corrosion the thing that shaped my inner landscape?I may be old
my joints squeaking
my mind full of memories you can't see
and my skin allergic to digitalization –But you
with your still squeaky clean heart
those baby eyes unblinded by recognition
and those ears that hardly listen
do you even know how to breath yet?