Heart Specialist

 

I approach the white Formica counter

early

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