According to Hejduk

"A Miniature Volume"

how much does
your heart weigh
I don't know
perhaps as much as
a miniature volume
I would have to turn
it inside out
like a leather glove
my grandfather gave
me a sea conch
to hold I dropped it
stuck like a top
under the drift log
an armadillo shed tears
he held the fishing knife
and split the violin
down the middle
put his hand inside
and removed the air
the limp gut strings
entagled jellyfish
net slipped and
smothered the swells
a dead sailor
filled with water
like a glass vessel
a widow walked
exhaling iris aromas
she reached out
and hugged the fog
to her breasts
light beams caressed
moist surfaces
night lips blow
sound Nantucket horns