she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whoreand lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damageand somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
