she collects hearts in jars along her windowsillsMature

She collects hearts in jars along her windowsills.  She tells me they’re pig hearts, the hearts of pigeons, or wild boars.  The largest one is the size of a small television, it sits in a fat jar of bluish liquid on the sill over her kitchen sink.  Sometimes, I see it beat.  When we first met, she told me it was the heart of the last known dinosaur - a ceratopsian, she said, and I chanted the word in my head until I could find the meaning - but I think it was the heart of her first kill.  I am waiting until I think she’s forgotten the lie she’s told and mistakenly admits the truth.

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