Kevlar hearts

They made their own

ugliness

looking for dreams to eat.

and wrapped their hearts

in six layers of Kevlar

and phone apps.

Pointed their fingers

at each other,

insisted:

You just don'tunderstand

what it's like to be me.

They were right.

They exchanged

desperate messages

pretending not to be

one of that kind,

until the love

and the batteries died.