coming up for air for a moment at the new job (grant writer!) in the midst of learning all sorts of cool stuff about the environment
to post here.
my heartbeat is a visitor, mostly
i know it’s always there, pumping away
but i only check in once a month or so
like a call to a relative you’ve been trying to put off
hi there how’s the weather?
how are your hips in all this cold?
are you considering moving into a safer neighborhood?
it checks in more often with me, though,
reminding me when i turn over at night what it can do
how hard it has to work
to keep me going
it doesn’t seem like something that can hold
all of the work it does.
it shrinks in one place to bulge in another
taking in blood
spitting it out
an orchestrator during the worst rush hour traffic in the world
i’ve seen diagrams that paint it as elastic, something fluid and dynamic
but i know it’s a muscle
and you break those down to make them stronger.
mine does a lot of heavy lifting
it should be in the olympics
powerlifting ten mack truckloads of anxiety in
displays of prowess the likes of which the sleaziest carnival in history has never seen
it’s a trooper
to say the least.
but i still only call about once a month
to say oh hi hey how’s it going
you still down there?