"Where The Hawk Pauses," by Matthew Rohrer

I have a heart
it is too big for my clothes
a word pulls it from its sleep

some nights the city
cannot contain it

the bright blue
continuously fills with you

and your hair is in the bathtub

where the hawk pauses
near the playground
to clean the blood off
my heart goes to him

every morning you travel
the length and breadth of my heart
and nowhere are you free
often your train is delayed