I get heartburn
From emotions
That tangle
Around my heart
If I don’t
Comb them out
Quickly.

I pull out one
String
From the knot
Roll it between my fingers
Discover where
It came from.
Some strands are easy to confront
But others
Are rooted
All the way down
My darkest crevices.

Examining each shred
Until my chest is clean
Is the most soothing
Medicine
For this heart.