I was a wonder of biology.
Once my body was full of extra hearts
Calling like a chorus of frogs through the night.
Little by little they splashed into the muck and dove.
Now spring has come around again, and by the river
I heard spring peepers in the trees at midday
Winding up their love songs.
One of my freakish extra hearts
Still surfaces and calls from across the country.
No, no, this is a wonderful and beautiful thing!
My body pumps blood normally, however
With the two strange organs still in my chest.
And yet I feel the hollow place where
No other flesh can take root.
And I tell her, Pollywog,
You still got a room to rent here.
Neither of us is allowed to die first, okay?
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