When I fall in love again I will have another heart
and a second set of eyes which is one way
to watch the woman you love grow old
The story of my heartbreak started like this:
someone gave me a key that opens many doors
I traded it for a key that opens only one
I traded that one for another and that for another
until there were no more doors
and I had a fist full of keys
At any given moment only part of the world is gruesome
There are three pomegranates in the fridge
waiting to be broken open
When I fall in love again
my beloved and I will spit seeds into the street
-Patrick Rosal in Wax Wing Magazine
Coffee and Irony 