It's Not The Worst Thing

It's not the worst thing 

to have a broken heart,

when the crack in the middle

of the tan flowered wallpaper drips

some kind of ages old 

thick brown goo 

slowly down 

but never quite all the way

to the linoleum floor 

peeling at the edges

on which you stand; 

your bare feet sticking every time you take a step,

raggy toe nails

that haven't been painted since

October

and then, bright red.