But of course, there are many big hearts!
They saw me and smiled when I was wild.
They brushed against me when I didn’t realise
always just as I needed them
always when I was on the cusp of going too far.
What super big hearts. What silent deities.
And one of them in the supermarket today: she let me
have the last baguette!
And her heart said, “I love you I love you
I love you,” to mine.
And it is really just as brilliant and easy as that, I promise.
It really is a very simple method for them.
And I promise they are there always, sneaking about
as mere dough-martyrs, some days.
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