Heart Attacks are a Family Tradition
January 15th, 2018
There is a heart that rests on my desk.
Detailed to show the
cardiac muscles and oxygenated arteries,
I have often found my mind wandering and wondering if
this is what your heart truly looks like as it rests in your chest.
When you cycle away, legs spinning methodically, heart increasing tempo,
does it resemble this plastic imitation?
When you cheered on March stained sidelines,
how many beats did your heart rattle and prattle out?
When you tottled through the Turtle Trot with me that
steam-filled, tainted August day
did it, like this crude clone
sit silently and
only offer up a poor representation of the organ that
I am most afraid will
one day
cease tapping out a regular beat
in your already graying chest?
January 15th, 2018
There is a heart that rests on my desk.
Detailed to show the
cardiac muscles and oxygenated arteries,
I have often found my mind wandering and wondering if
this is what your heart truly looks like as it rests in your chest.
When you cycle away, legs spinning methodically, heart increasing tempo,
does it resemble this plastic imitation?
When you cheered on March stained sidelines,
how many beats did your heart rattle and prattle out?
When you tottled through the Turtle Trot with me that
steam-filled, tainted August day
did it, like this crude clone
sit silently and
only offer up a poor representation of the organ that
I am most afraid will
one day
cease tapping out a regular beat
in your already graying chest?