Friday, March 3, 2017

the cardiologist

it's like i 
swallowed 10 matches and you're holding the 11th 
right against my throat
and the smile is caught like a cough and i 
don't trust these ropes. don't trust the ladder of the ribs
pushing through your back.
you're tracking my pulse, you're listening with 
stethoscope to sternum
for your own voice
echoing in the atrium, hiding in aorta,
darling,
don't lie to me,
you hear it beat.

your hands are like
CPR and your mouth is 
2 CCs of adrenaline straight to my collar bone, 
you kiss the shell of my ear and press 
yours against my heart, press
your paddles and
shock.

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