No one asked, if it might
be a good time, to zip
tie a PVC heart across
my only window.

It is a flimsy, pliable
thing, strangled by glittered
tulle, stringed light-bulbs,
forced by cold hands
into the best, symmetrical
shape. Good for business.

Valentine’s Day is coming

up. It wasn’t a good time.
But no one asked.