built for destitute men in the 1920’s,
although it’s 2015 and I’m
made entirely of expensive marble,
especially my enormous breasts.
This may explain why,
as my first romantic gesture to you,
I played a song called “Party Time”
about an orgy of grandparents
at a family reunion.
It isn’t true that stone hearts
are always cold, as anyone
who has smelled rain
on summer freeways knows.
My weird mineral heart, sincerely
in love, longed to
present you with a sincere
representation of that love’s reality.