A heartbeat that swells
like an ocean, weak and pink
from the sun

I try to breathe, breath in, breath out, in sync with
the beating of this broken
heart

It rattles around, full of brain
pills and memories, and each beat shakes me down to the bone as I

gasp in the filthy air, the taste of aeroplanes and migrating birds, tickling my tongue.

I take it in, with a breath that pulls from the bottom of my cigarette wrecked lungs and I count my

pulse.

I am a part of everything, with this beating, broken heart that persists like a ****

consuming a garden, the dandelion, the yellow root of

the sun