Twin arcs of passed vessels halo each offbeat slap
Top to bottom, one convulsing muscle keeping bits of time.
And both scars are a violet kindness unmentioned
As long as my breaths follow ancient quilt squares
In and out, on a seam hugging both sides in tight.
Your brows slope for marks that I didn’t allow,
Yellow forms on the table flare lineal wounds
Just inspected again through a flask of past tense,
We both nod in agreement, at least I have distance.
And around blood-typed pearls there are patterns of mine.
My heart under clenched fists of black knit sounds fine
My heart under stethoscope shadow sounds fine.