I like this description of the heart: a pulsing fist of muscle,/enticing blood from lungs,/gifting [is that the right verb?] nutrients to nerve and bone,/
brain and liver.
What's the benefit of writing this first-person from the heart's pov? It feels as though the poem replaces one fallacious way of thinking about the heart with another. That can be fruitful if it is intentional, but if the poem is doing something with that tension, I'm missing it.
FWIW.
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