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Systole
This is not a romantic bond gone wrong. This is not a lesson in aortic stimulus. These are the promises you make to yourself on nights when a man who is not your cardiologist has a better plan for the rest of your short life. There are houses that need no keys, just choose one, he says. You are the careful one though, (you tiptoe across wet floors just in case) and plead patience on behalf of yourself. He has a place in mind and will rush things because, time is sometimes persistent, except when, of course, it isn’t. The wallpaper changes color to suit your mood. The floor rises or descends according to systolic changes. Sex can happen at will in rooms that will help the process along with a heave at your very presence. Enter. Take your time and look around a bit. The man, who is not your primary caregiver, would never ask you to simply take his name. He aims to make you earn it. Can the heart abide? Some care here is in order. You promised yourself you’d keep your ear low to the ground. He has other plans. He has rolled the sleeves of your eyelet blouse. Look away. He is braiding your pulsing veins and attaching charms to them while he waits.
This is not a romantic bond gone wrong. This is not a lesson in aortic stimulus. These are the promises you make to yourself on nights when a man who is not your cardiologist has a better plan for the rest of your short life. There are houses that need no keys, just choose one, he says. You are the careful one though, (you tiptoe across wet floors just in case) and plead patience on behalf of yourself. He has a place in mind and will rush things because, time is sometimes persistent, except when, of course, it isn’t. The wallpaper changes color to suit your mood. The floor rises or descends according to systolic changes. Sex can happen at will in rooms that will help the process along with a heave at your very presence. Enter. Take your time and look around a bit. The man, who is not your primary caregiver, would never ask you to simply take his name. He aims to make you earn it. Can the heart abide? Some care here is in order. You promised yourself you’d keep your ear low to the ground. He has other plans. He has rolled the sleeves of your eyelet blouse. Look away. He is braiding your pulsing veins and attaching charms to them while he waits.