My
white
jag
of
heartbeat
on the
panorama
wall,
scrawled
like
a stock
market,
or
lightning.
Strange
thoughts
moved
through
me in
that
swerving
jetty of
blood
slip:
I kept
saying
your
name,
as if
the air
would
part
at the
seams
& reveal
you,
& when
I went
outside
my
pulse
splayed
itself
across
the lawn.
I read
a tedious
novel
of sun,
while
around
me
families
carouseled
with
lovers.
I felt
like my
heartbeat
remained
visible
to all
of them,
that they
all
saw it
taken
from
the
museum
wall
by
careful
curators
and
presented
to you.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
My
white
jag
of
heartbeat
on the
panorama
wall,
scrawled
like
a stock
market,
or
lightning.
Strange
thoughts
moved
through
me in
that
swerving
jetty of
blood
slip:
I kept
saying
your
name,
as if
the air
would
part
at the
seams
& reveal
you,
& when
I went
outside
my
pulse
splayed
itself
across
the lawn.
I read
a tedious
novel
of sun,
while
around
me
families
carouseled
with
lovers.
I felt
like my
heartbeat
remained
visible
to all
of them,
that they
all
saw it
taken
from
the
museum
wall
by
careful
curators
and
presented
to you.
