英文诗词：Sacred Heart

by Lee Briccetti

Even as a girl I knew the heart was not a valentine；

it was wet， like a leopard frog on a lily pad，

had long tube roots

anchoring it in place.

And smaller roots like lupine and marigold

and bleeding hearts‘ roots I traced with my finger

while transplanting in the garden.

Jesus had a thousand bloody hearts

planted in our flowerbeds beneath pink flowers；

they could see us through the ground.

I had a book about a girl who lived in the earth

near the tree roots， who cut off her finger

and used it as a key. I wondered if I could love like that.

I studied the painting of His chest peeled back

to show light around the Sacred Heart.

And in the bedroom at my grandmother‘s where I slept

against the trees， I was the spirit

inside the room‘s heart， my life inside me，

something that could leave through the window quietly.

I heard the fibrous closing and closing

inside my body and prayed to stay alive.

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