CALL ME BELOVED

Heart beats like a rabbit, but not a good one –
doc says I’m skipping beats, so I’m the rabbit
that gets caught. Sometimes I feel those fangs,
the sharp pangs digging in, just under my lungs –
I’m sitting still but my body is running a race, and
life is the predator stalking, circling in, circling in –
howling, and hungry. You can see it in the breath.