Eunice de Souza: Bequest

Bequest

In every Catholic home there’s a picture

of Christ holding his bleeding heart

in his hand.

I used to think, ugh.
the only person with whom

I have not exchanged confidences

is my hairdresser.
Some recommend stern standards,

others say float along.

He says, take it as it comes,

meaning, of course, as he hands it out.
I wish I could be a

Wise Woman

smiling endlessly, vacuously

like a plastic flower,

saying Child, learn from me.
It’s time to perform an act of charity

to myself,

bequeath the heart, like a

spare kidney –

preferably to an enemy.
—Eunice de Souza.