I lay on my side in bed
with my hand pressed under
my ribs.

My heart beating reveals to me
my life could be taken in
the width of a breath or
the snap of an eye.

I don’t like that so many
things could happen and that
I wouldn’t know because I’d
be gone. All I think I’ve built,
gone; just like that.

I’m not afraid of death
but I am when it comes to me.