My latest five-line poem, morbidly inspired by the Ebola book I finished yesterday. And memories, of course.
I Don’t Recognize Her Heartbeat Anymore
my blood, dried, coursed as coarse sandpaper
through veins in a vain attempt to get back to you,
a heartbeat I don’t even recognize anymore;
its song plays for someone else’s ear now,
and the blood coagulates into memory bricks.
Milam's Musings 