Monday, February 3, 2014

Busted Up Heart Affairs

So, sitting

at the keyboard
when the thought
comes to me.

Scratching
a great scar,
it was five.

Five bypasses
and a valve repair.
All worth it.

Felicia came
and held
my hand.

And Sally
smiled and won
my mother.

Kara brought tacos,
laid down
in my bed,

we talked of lumps,
and heart attacks
and being lousy at love.

I barely remember
Lynne, but she is
an angel.

It came to
me later, sitting
to write.

I was no
more down with
dying

than some
long ago prophet,
my father's book.

I still loved
too many, so many
I'd loved before.

Sitting down
at my keyboard I
wanted to live.

I knew it
would be my
heart though,

would get me one day.