my pulse is a twitch, an echo of a twitch
I lay on my side and the twitch
doubles over grabbing its’ abdominals
its’ kidneys throbbing gasps for air
double-time rhythms tribal rhythms
erratic the strings knot up watch gear
pulleys, circular singer sewing machines
monogrammed cardiac arrest twitches
bloodshot eyes mydriasis opened holes
eyes are blue dilations of and blink over
imperfections drip into my coffee
drips under my floorboards I can
see my reflection it is formless
and I cup my hands around it but
it drips through my fingers twitching clenched
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