counting the atria
one for shame
one for guilt
one for each lie
one for the child left
on this alien muscle
watching the valves
twitch and flap
how they spill their life
startled by the thud
of an assertive ventricle
that forgot about
the timeless child
and the fear
and the pain
a bright red parade
tracing the arch
that bends toward joy
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