As popcorn birthing
My eye is popping, hurting
I can feel the vein
Thumping its way to oblivion
I grab my medicine bag
And produce a green and yellow capsule
Pop it in my mouth and flounce to the floor
Am I having a heart attack?
Should I have taken aspirin, too?
No, there’s some in the med.
I begin to meditate…my emergency meditations
The yogi asks if I responded or reacted
I did both, you fool
The reaction was my response
Did my heart attack me ?
I will never know
Has time passed, no
though the clock says so
I sneeze and, for a millisecond
My heart stops again.
The weird thing is I am in the exact same position as before
Only my chest aches on this stark, old, wooden floor.