Cardiophobia
I’ve been waiting lately for my heart to stop.
On a phobia survey, fear of a heart attack
ranks between fear of long words and fear of being
abused, but a bit ahead of fear of moths and butterflies.
Absent an EKG’s sour prognosis
or an ill warning from a palm-reader,
I’ve decided to blame it on Buddhist monks
who forgot to mention that introspection means
gazing through a telescope at a dull city
about to be blown to cinders.… Read the rest