Tambourines shook to bodies
clicking in uncertainty, heartbeats

in heart surgery, incisions in conjunction
with each step, hoping motion gives meaning

to life, the idea of it, discordant
on the shivering nape of a neck,

two shadows in a drumbeat
singing themselves a song.


(originally published in Icarus Down Review, March 2016)

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