I hear my heart in my arm
And change my sleeping
Posture, not wanting to
Feel my body at work
Shuddering at a memory
Of an oximeter reading
The tick-tock so reassuring
For the baby in the womb
Is not a pleasant sound
For the old man who
Worries over it stopping
The breathing must not
Be conscious as when
The lungs gasp for it
In an unpleasant way
The death of a cousin
Just a few years older
Is a grim reminder that
Time is on its way ticking
Like the restless heart.
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