Washington breaks my heart
It breaks my heart with its beauty
It is heart breaking hard and is protected with pillows wrapped in solar panels and decorated with barbs
It holds my love
robes it in bicycle chains and forgets itselfForgets that it is stitching with cold and water and kisses.
Washington breaks my heart
when it won’t let itself be whole
when it cuts itself to pieces
when it loves itself
when it liberates itself
when it riddles itself with caves and hidden places
and broken ladders
-Njoli-
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