I am not necessarily pleased with how my brain keeps these seemingly disparate subjects in different segments of itself that prefer to be cordoned off and virtually unaware of each other. I'm trying to get one side waving. I'm not sure which side has the longest arms.
Stem Cell Therapy Symposium, I
Trickery. Trickery and fiddling.
This is, we are told, the only way to heal the heart.
My heart overhears and it does not like this fact,
quotes back some facts that seem to offer counter-argument.
I tell it that its research is out of date, that it’s alone,
but console it with lies and emotion, hold it steady
from its fluttering. Do not falter, I tell it, just because of this.
And anyway, I say, breaking is a state of mind. Mostly.