Here's Kristen Stewart's Poem 'My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole'

Credit: Marie Claire

Apparently after the end of the Twilight franchise, Kristen Stewart wrote a poem about how her heart is like a wiffle ball. Or rather, how her heart is a wiffle ball.

Round? Plastic? Full of holes? This metaphor is alluding us.

Stewart decided to read the poem while being interviewed by Marie Claire for the cover of their March issue and suffice it to say we have no idea what any of it means.

We're just gonna assume it's secretly about shirtless werewolves.

My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole

I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
…I'll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.

And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He's speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And I'm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine …