My Heart is an Onion
My heart is an onion, bitter.
In the onion is a little man
who bangs a sledgehammer against
the heart-gong whenever you appear.
With each bang a spring unwinds
gates pop ope, blood races in rivers.
The tortoise blood becomes a jaguar
racing through the river of time.
A slow man becomes passionate.
As wild as one stepping on
jagged glass with a bare foot.
My heart-clock once ticked for you
and tocked for another,
and then tick tocked for itself, alone.
Thanks for the jolt.
Death unwinds me.
My legacy is words.
Joe Krausman is a writer, poet, theater director and former senior research analyst with the New York State Assembly. He was the MCA Fellow in Playwriting at Smith College. His plays have been staged in NYC, Amherst MA, Iowa, Holyoke, Northampton. Krausman received the Massachusetts Fiction Writing Fellowship from UMass where he obtained an MFA in Fiction Writing. He has participated in many poetry readings and has published plays, short stories, non-fiction and poetry. He taught theater at Grinnell College in Iowa, and English at UMass, Amherst.