‘From the bottom of my heart’ means: 
from the place that feels the most. 
The place that’s even 
more real, more alive, 
then the top or the middle. 

There: at the southernmost tip, 
in the inky crimson of my heart’s floor, 
is a hot seed, no bigger than a tear. 
Safe at the center of all things, 

Threatening to sprout and spread 
through my chest like vines, 
curling from my hands and eyes 
until everything is spring green. 

It feels like lightning. 
A shock through the sky, 
a blinding reminder of 
who we were before 
we began being.