I’m coughing.
A heart turns over, hot.
It beats.
It beats.
I’m choking.
It beats.
It beats…
it beats on the cold table in front of us,
this heart turned over, warmed all the way
through and quietly dripping.
I’m choking on myself.
I’m purging toxic sludge at our feet
over and over and over again,
but still
it just
will not
stop
beating.
December 9(?) – 17, 2025
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