Heart Specialist


I approach the white Formica counter


to be examined

to be seen

she is looking down deep into her keyboard

her painted fingers so adept that I can feel them tickling me


waiting to be seen…


I wait…


she looks up


a shock-wave of warm air fills my lungs and I cannot exhale


her eyes widen

she smiles


and I wonder why I am floating as in a dream

and I wonder why I cannot remember my name


or why I am here


or if I just died


not that it matters