A heartbeat is propagated,
displaced, and vaguely warped.
A tempo in some ambiguous transit.
 
My body entangled in a timeline,
twists up in delicate sailors knots
tied and invisibly barbed.
 
It all occurs somehow
concurrently.
 
My esophagus ensnared
in some distant frame.
Another life has become
my detached deja vu daydream.
 
Parallel to this ongoing existence
is a me that is no longer me.
Our teeth chatter in synchronicity.
 
The throbbing intervals
of that magnetic metronome
bewitch us both.
If I could reach her from this now…
I’d untether her from that moment,
releasing the excruciating repetition
of that timekeeper’s tick-and-tock.