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.