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Map of the Heart
The heart is an organ,
only weighing about a pound,
about the size of a fist.
Encapsulated in a cage
of 24 ribs, it is protected
by their starchy bones.
The right side takes in blood
from veins and pushes it to the lungs.
The lungs heave their
oxygenated breath
into the blood and send it
back to the left side,
which sends the blood
throughout the rest of the body.
Beating 100,000 times a day
on average, the heart
is constantly pulsing
and pulsing
and pulsing.
A wide-eyed five-year-old
thinks hearts are shaped
like tulip petals and are the color
of sweet strawberries.
75-year-old Grandpa Ralph
wishes they were.
His heart is shaped
like a mangled sack of jelly
and is the color of stiff flesh.
Hooked up to wires, his frail,
post-surgery body lies
next to an unsigned DNR.
His lips were melancholy-blue,
his cheeks, milky-white.
The intake of blood
by the right side of the heart
has slowed; the pumping-out
by the left has nearly stopped.
I drew a heart on a “Get well soon” card
that never left my nightstand.
To this day, the heart I drew
is still the same warm pink
like the day I drew it.
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