I have
a tiny little
incision in my arm

I can still see
my blood
under
the transparent
dressing

I have
a tiny little
tube
threaded
through
a vein
to my heart

They will spend
six months
pumping poison
into my heart
killing off cells
delivering death
and those
delivering life

I wonder
not for the first time
how many indignities
must my heart
continue to endure

You see

I have
a tiny little
heart
that continues to beat
against all the odds

If I am
very still
I think
I can
hear it