by Fern Angel Beattie
Allowing visits to the heart, beware your welcome mat. Those looking down upon entrance will walk all over it. Not necessarily with Mammonic desire or intent, yet in order to self-gratify through some feeling of transferring their own dirt. It is therefore essential to consider a guest’s potential. Guard that entrance upon your sleeve.
I despaired once, twice, three times a lady, hysterically defiant I’d let no one else in. Decided to devolve into Alfie after a triple breaking-and-entering of my atria, ventricles, both. But this was an intoxicated vow of self-preservation that was never going to happen. My sleeve’s heart is tattooed on.