A heart transplant on a blue body.

Dry some flowers, blue darling.

Go stand in front of a mirror, sad jasmine.

With a black marker, draw a vertical line under your left nipple, all the way down to where the human stomach begins.

Press a sharp knife over the line to make a section.

Ignore any fountainous blood popping out. Concentrate.

Using both hands, pull open both sides to the left and to the right (the same way a woman'd open her handbag to find her purse).

You should be facing, by now, your most important organ.

Pull it out with force. Ignore veins and other pipes. Bin the organ. Bin it.

With your bloody hand, pick the dry flowers and push them in. Rose petals, daisies, lilacs, orchids, anything goes, really.

Stitch the section with thin thread.

The world won't be different at all tomorrow.

You need not to care about that. You will have turned into memory.