Heart
The monkey bars of the glass box, my chest
Has the world thinking they know me
Like they control the pump, mechanical
As your swimming pool
As though you could fill me with fresh beer
But she’s not as transparent,
Not so party girl
Instead she wields her power like a bejeweled seer
And the exorcism reveals her own pearl
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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