
The Woman in the Moon Face
A pericarditis poem
Palpitations reverberate her ribs
Tremble. Thump. Squeeze. Tremble. Squeeze.
Staccato rhythms ricochet to her skull
Throbbing. Pulsating.
She awakens
Brain awash in a celestial haze
she levitates with caution
drifting to the vanity mirror
“Good Morning,” she…