a man like anyone
lost heart once
he went out to run errands
and he fell into a basket of strawberries,
he paid, left, crossed the street, entered his house.
and a hand like anyone
for a considered sum
took home
a kilo of strawberries,
he was cutting them on a board
the blade opened the heart in two and three and four parts
the pieces fell mixed with water in the blender,
a mouth like anybody swallowed the blood
that he perfumed his lungs, his days to come,
the most remote past of him,
a strawberry dice shook the cartilage of his soul.
a man like anyone
he looked at his chest without astonishment
He put his hand through the hole and sat thinking,
where had he been
where he had walked
no matter how hard he tried he never knew
where he had lost, how, why, when the heart