MITRAL REGURGITATION

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My heart is corny and sloppy           just like me
          so it can’t coordinate its valves and just tosses blood around
          to the wrong chambers.                  I ask my doctor if anyone calls it heart barf
          and could it just start a whirlpool of stale blood

                                                       that is permanently trapped in the wrong chamber.

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He said no and no and no.

I am going to write heart barf 100x a night
                     until I can think of the right threat
                     to make my heart lock down its valves,

                                                  or at least until I can see the future.

A poet with a repeating          recycling        heart is so symbolic and so

                                                                                                               iambic.

I think I can feel it throwing up sometimes.                All the seals on my organs
                                                                        are dry rotting or slipping

                                                                                           or laughing in unison.

The organs themselves had little smiling faces            that are no longer smiling.

Imagine how creatures without brains would act.
                                        My doctor said
                                        they are programmed to do a job

but sometimes they have their own ideas.

                                                 He said everyone dislikes their jobs sometimes.

So I could announce this on my blog,           I looked for a gif of a leaky heart
but could only find a leaky house,

                     a sinking ship,           or a bleeding heart.

                                                                                  I posted them all.