The Hungarian Heart

long stopped
my heart
lies interred
with you

(in spirit
some day
once temporal
being decays)

an important piece
in a beloved place.

Source: Meier, Allison. “Bury My Heart Apart from Me: The History of Heart Burial.” Atlas Obscura. 2/14/2014.

This poem actually began with yesterday’s prompt to be inspired by a food name and also fits today’s prompt to write about food. I found a tomato called “The Hungarian Heart,” did some research and ended with this found  poem.

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