i had thought i left my heart in the twentieth century

a relic of days gone

it was in a flannel, listening to the pixies when I packed my bags and moved to the deep south

it was stoned and watching clerks

i didn’t expect i would need it again

it found me, had stickers from it’s long road trip to find me

i figured i left it in the late two thousands

it had on baggie pants and was into rap rock and west coast hip hop

i left it with a souls of mischief album in the last remaining cd store in north america

it was a going out of business sale and i decided to let stay with the things it loved

antiquated technology for a decrepit former organ

now the damned thing is knocking on the door with a king gizzard and the lizard wizard shirt on

it just looks at me with wary hope

i just hold open the door and let come back inside

i’ll give it one more chance

it looks so cute for such a beat up little thing, i pat my shoulder and it hops happily back onto my sleeve

next time

i’ll kill it with fire