MOUTH OF 200 HEARTS

Sometimes, unbidden things fall out:

Goodbye shuffling red.
Goodbye big red.
It’s time for bed…

and I cannot stand your verbal caroling
of 200 hearts, the same as me,
each a different name,
each a man, confidence-slain,
each occupation, same,
each holding his each
to your whimsy, your capricious flame,
name?

Did  you remember my name?

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