Heart//Lannie Stabile

Tangled in a bewhiskered chest
It sang itself around my throat
Climbed inside and slandered
my lungs
Could no longer laugh at our mutations

Wound your nerves with my fingers
Gambled that you could still feel
But your follicles lurched
and spilled
Muddying my meaty mitochondria

Hear the motor ventricle hum
Cardiac clotted in a still photograph

Palpitation
Palpitation
Palpitation
Palpitation
Palpitation
Palpitation
Palpitation

Listen to that raspy circulation
Pulmonary pushups in your hands

Breathing has never been so blue
A taste for hobgoblin hemoglobin
Amok in grainy, ungainly,
gluttonous veins
Sailing in corruptive oxidized rivers

There was friendly autoimmune fire
Wolfish disease in the body’s moon
Biting seizures when you cut
our wrist
Scars beget deeper wounds than you

 

Lannie Stabile, a Detroiter, likens the process of creative writing to spanking ketchup:  grueling, but necessary. She has twice been invited to perform her poetry at Ann Arbor OUTFest, and in her leisure, can be seen at open mics in the area. More works can be found, or are forthcoming, in The Hellebore, Cauldron Anthology, Monstering, Kissing Dynamite, and more. She is penning a novel and chapbook, and recently became Project Manager of Barren Magazine.

Twitter handle:  @LanniePenland

 

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