The Retro Heart

I keep my distance
as if the heart monitored
a “No Vacancy” marquee;

no room
for one-night stands
nor hospitality suites
for weary travelers
and the baggage they carry.

Yet there will always remain
a sentimental space
reserved for beds vibrating
with magic fingers,
the ghosts who checked out.

Author of four collections of poetry, Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland, crunching numbers for a living in Northern Virginia. His poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and for Best of the Net.

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