my eyes and lie
quiet at night, if I'm
posed
just right, I can finally
hear my heart—
but I don't
exactly mean
the beating—it's
the rhythm
of each tiny
valve clicking open
and closed again
which speaks to me
specifically
in a kind
of Morse Code
that's both
arcane
and self-
explanatory:
everything you can't see
will be borne
witness to eventually,
but though
recognition
is all to the good,
that won't necessarily
mean it's
understood.
