How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The Bearing

I can't help it:
throughout the day
my hand goes to
the small round hard
protrusion above my heart
the bearing that
drives my life.

It feels unnatural.
It feels inhuman
even though I realize
it drives the rhythm
of my heart and
keeps me alive.

I feel like Faust
and begin to question
if every trade medical
science offers is in
the best interests of

the human spirit.