arrhythmia

from Greek arruthmia ‘lack of rhythm’

You found it,   that small valve between the atrium and     ventricle from when my left brain blew         out my right heart like the recoil from a shot                 gun like           a drunk            at 2am             missing the curb like a leashed           dog      chasing a bone. You see I’ve   been putting myself back together these past few years  with the help   of your finger on         my pulse    the memory of where my pieces             belong. I lost my tongue         when I was 9               my hands at 13           my       feet      for running at 20        gone    I lost my ears   for listening at 26 over time I lost            my breast for holding anything         but a heavy     misfiring          heart. My eyes            you found       in a box      under the bed             thank god        they are           still wet.

image by Japhy Riddle; a guitar string plucked a number of times in a flatbed scanner during its scan.