when the doctor said "boy, your heart's
as strong as a mule's" i straightened up,
joked with the attendent about treadmills
and hockey, the ECG felt an intrusion
instead of tenderhooks. blood began
to replace the mustard in my veins,
my chest began talking back
like nineteen year olds in a convertable
and i said "i guess that WAS a chipmonk
inside my rib cage trying to get out"
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