Fall 2009 • Vol. XXXI No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2009 |

Arrhythmia

He shouldn't, but he does. He runs up hills,thinking about her inaccessibility,her vanishings, her panics, and her pills,her ever-constant instability. He stops at Dyson's summit, staring out,over the edge, at the alien world below,knowing there's just one thing he cares about:Where is she now? And why did she go?He feels the syncopation of his heart,its whirling tachycardia, its death-like SVTs, its sudden off-the-chartfibrillation, and his paucity of breath.He weakens in a wild, dizzying blur,which feels just fine, because it feels like her.

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