Why does blood taste like pennies? Why
are the heartbeats most like music the ones
just before the heart attack or during sex
and why are those two so like one another?
How did the cells of the heart perfect
their daring electrochemical dance, and
do they like it when we quicken for love?
Do they like it when we quicken for fear?
And can they tell the difference? Can they
like anything, single celled life who are so
interconnected, interdependent? Can such
needy grasping little creatures truly like
anything at all? I do not doubt they love.
1. pennies in my mouth
2. o, my pounding heart
3. the fate of the needy