As though some 
     monstrosity were
pecking its way

out of our
     most penetrable
parts and needed

this pointed apparatus 
     to crack
through the shell

walls that delimit 
     our hard
hearts, the heartbeak

exists mostly where 
     a missing
r has plummeted

out of heartbreak, 
     leaving something
sharper and clearer—

this lance-like structure, 
     this projection
perfect for breaking,

and thereby making 
     a getaway
from, what otherwise

would have held 
     it captive
forever in error—

and whatever it 
     might be, 
pecking its way

out, attuned to 
     some unnamable
call, one cannot

blame its wanting 
     to finally
escape a space

     so small