The Transplant

Capital Fringe — Washington, DC



My chest.

The freezer that once transported a life from one to another.

It carried a young heart ready to show someone that they are worthy of being alive.


The opportune door released a rush of chilling air.

You could see the out of place organ.

Sitting there yearning to get out into the world and be a part of magic.

Be magic.

Turn into magic while put inside of magic.


The transplant.

Giving all of yourself to someone else so they can be,


While you.

Are left.

An empty freezer.

Hoping someone opens you up again.

And this time.

Gives you their heart, too.