Tagged: circulation

the heart, troubled, can

the heart, troubled, can
fool itself and companion
organs to help speed
its demise. it’s a lose-
lose situation, stretching to
compensate, stretching
to compensate –
in the end, our
bodies are altogether
witness, criminal, and
location of a drowning

because everything

because everything
else is so complex, let us lead
with simplicity,

unlock words that open up
the circulation, dilate

if i could spare one

if i could spare one
more sleeve on this, i’d let you
choose a tourniquet

to control the flow. you’d gauge
my comfort, saying there, there


no one is making a noise
to test the depth of
silence. no one is
dropping a hint to lose
the stillness of a
solution. no one is
collecting data for this
placebo effect. someone
is opening a window
to confirm the
absence of a breeze.

i miss those manual circulation
days when a book
held deep pockets full
of names, thoughtful
gestures of those who, like me,
checked out and checked in
for an unfamiliar ride. i miss
calculating how long each
book had been waiting
in between borrowers and
how many others have already
shared this particular story.
i miss lining up dutifully
with my name
in a different style, in
contrasting ink. and i
miss entering myself
into each new raffle –
a wager on becoming
the next winner
after so many years