HEARTRATE

only been writing at the old kitchen table for less than one hour/on drink three/lowered my heart rate with migraine pills/need more for the mercury in my back/i’m smoking

and

all

i

think

of

is

the woman whose smile spreads

like heaven opening and

like heaven surrendering and

like heaven submitting and

like heaven knowing

when

I

got

her

laying

down

pinned where I need her warm and happening

and

how 

her sweet lemonade tastes better 

than 

my 

salty tears.