I was walking down the street and stepped on a poem. Except it wasn’t a poem, it was the corpse of a man. I examined the body and discovered that it didn’t have a heart. Someone must have taken it. I noticed red droplets and followed them to a fifth floor apartment. I knocked on the door and a woman opened. She was beautiful but that didn’t matter. I went inside and looked around. My eyes fell on a dark corner. I aimed a flashlight. There lay the heart. Care to explain that? I asked the woman. Explain what? She replied. She didn’t see the heart, not even in the light, and I believed her. It was a poem after all.