Heart

Tangled in a bewhiskered chest

It sang itself around my throat

Climbed inside and slandered

my lungs

Could no longer laugh at our mutations

 

Wound your nerves with my fingers

Gambled that you could still feel

But your follicles lurched

and spilled

Muddying my meaty mitochondria

 

Hear the motor ventricle hum

Cardiac clotted in a still photograph

 

Palpitation

Palpitation

Palpitation

Palpitation

Palpitation

Palpitation

Palpitation

 

Listen to that raspy circulation

Pulmonary pushups in your hands

 

Breathing has never been so blue

A taste for hobgoblin hemoglobin

Amok in grainy, ungainly,

gluttonous veins

Sailing in corruptive oxidized rivers

 

There was friendly autoimmune fire

Wolfish disease in the body’s moon

Biting seizures when you cut

our wrist

Scars beget deeper wounds than you

 

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