Published: May 1, 2008

Mr. Defibrillator!

CLEAR CLEAR CLEAR

No work, low pay, no sleep, low head

Slowly it breaks and slithers to a stop

White flags waving from left and right ventricles

Vena cava forfeits

New York, you win!

Theatre! I give up!

Truce, truce, truce, all you beautiful disinterested people

You beautiful people, you beautiful men

then CLEAR! And we’re up again

Do not resuscitate unless asked. And I didn’t but

Oh. In that one look

I see. And a thousand hearts sprout in my chest

Unsynchronized, ugly, heavy beating

Throbbing in my

Ugly heavy chest.

Why yes, you save me every time.

Damn you. I didn’t ask for it.