A Little Death
There’s a red circle on the calendar
It marks the day that
Someone compressed
Your chest
To divert
The squirt
Of blood back to your heart
It didn’t work, of course.
You never quite cared for
Defibrillation.
Or feeling tied down.
Or being needed.
That is why
There’s a red circle on the calendar.
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