Sometimes you feel your pulse in strange places.

Like now.

May 30, 2024

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Sometimes
you feel your pulse in strange places. 

Like now. It pounds in the crook
between my thigh and calf,
under a fleece blanket. It pounds
and I squint into a slantwise autumnal sun.
The blue and white dog next to me
cradles one paw inside a sock,
taped shut for undisturbed healing. 
It’s a strange thing. The heart.
Paws. The sun. All of it, 
felt…

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