if i only had a heart

sometimes, most times, i feel like a tin (wo)man.
wandering around singing "if i only had a heart"

yet i somehow feel it drop, crack, break.
doesn't really seem possible.
so impossible, in fact, that i feel like an amputee.
scratching an arm that no longer exists.


it isnt even real.
i miss the arm of another.
an arm that will never be approved of below
the mason dixon line.


oh southern breeze.
your limited path inhibits my emotions.