Arrythmia
Meredith Danton
Shut my eyes, this might sting a little
Burning sensation in the back of my throat
Hot paraffin coat, tight-fitting and fierce
Radiates through my arms, pours into my thighs
Did I wet the table? Or did the iodine
play tricks on my mind? I laugh
when you say the technician shouldn’t have
warned me about the peeing sensation
But the monitor doesn’t show a light-hearted heart
Steady line coughs up something erratic
A free-form etch-a-sketch spew
Picture of that funny feeling in my chest
Same as the day I met you