All dressed up and no place to go
The body’s most vital organ lays alone,
encapsulated in none other than a plastic container
stuffed like tupperware after Thanksgiving dinner
She stands alone, beating in her box as pink and full as if she was beating for life
Never getting tired of doing all the hard work that is asked of her
The curly haired woman beside her watches in awe, bragging to anyone who will listen
about her beloved heart in a box
She is an anomaly. Her purpose is perplexing.
And soon she will be reunited with the home in which she belongs,
But not before providing the answers that she somehow knows
Bewildering those with the capacity for thought
as if she is not merely a part of them
