Body buttons

Something in my heart wants to unfurl
Like a silk hanky waiting from inside a magician’s hat
Or tickets from an arcade game

What does it ache to say, and how could I know?
Yes, I note the heartbeats; sure
But that’s not it. Or perhaps so I think
Because I haven’t understood

How do you explain your very own language
To yourself?

There can be no one else to ask about this.
Nor any dictionary ever made
And then there’s city lights,
And my smartphone decides to drive me past it

Sometimes, though
In rare moments after a quiet breakfast
I can try.
So far, this is what I got.

She is a wave of something.
Like a morse code, but the dots are
That tickling feeling in the back of my left ear
And the dashes imaginary lines
I feel nudging me along the spine
Up to my head
Or my stomach.

Hello, heart.


March 4, 2024