Today I woke up at 3 a.m.
with a migraine and a man

pressing two fingers through
my sternum trying to convince me

that that’s where my heart is.
Definitely not the mass of fat

hidden conspicuously behind his back
as if I couldn’t hear great gobbets of meat and pulp

smack the hard wood behind him. Then he led my fingers
to my neck and proved I still had a pulse.