Sonja Broderick - That Over Feeling

I don’t feel it. Really
don’t feel that earthquake
down in my intestines again.

I’ve no more heartbreak
left in me now.

I see the steady dying
of your enthusiasm,
like a graveyard.

I will now donate my orgasms
to a dead cause,

not give my heart again,
though it still moves my body,

functioning as it would
like any old shoe.

Sonja Broderick

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