Murmur

My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards of my chest What scares me isn't the furnace inside it It isn't all the hate and ignorance It shuffles on its cane Buh bump Buuuuuuh bump Buhbump Dragging slowly, out of time Learned it from his dad, He told me. Maybe his uncle Maybe his brother Maybe his grandfather Maybe his sister Maybe his nephew "We got weak hearts son" he said "I found my father holding hands with his and that's how you'll find me, too." I ran. I couldn't find him like that. I put my ear to my son's chest every day.