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The Heart Police

by Ken Harnisch

Dredge up my mistakes in the morning

Over coffee

Tonight, the wind is hard

And I am cold

And my bed is more a friend

Than it has ever been

Of course, you can join me, talking there,

Or you can hold your tongue

Until the sunlight

Sweetens my disposition

And allows once more

The dispassionate reading of

Another indictment

From your vault of grievances

Then, afterwards,

We can both wait

For the heart police to come

And arrest me for the crime.

04/13/2001

Posted on 11/14/2002
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/14/02 at 03:36 PM

*smiling ear to ear*... I loved this the first time I read it. It gets better every time I do.

Posted by Richard Paez on 11/14/02 at 04:04 PM

A well-chosen and well-applied metaphor here, Ken. You combined the domestic and legal realities that coexist in this poem superbly- such a cohesive piece of work! The tone is perfect as well- like that of a person awaiting bail. I read this, and I can't help but picture my own mother-in-law wearing judge's robes! Frightening! Thanks for sharing!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/02 at 07:09 PM

Very well put Ken!

Posted by Anne Howe on 11/18/02 at 02:59 AM

a scene well set and a good read

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