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To appease it
I made a little place
on the wood floor
near to where
someone
had carved
a little heart
in one of the
honey-colored boards.
Laid down
on my back.
Closed my eyes.
Pictured the air
coming in my lungs
dissolving
into my blood
and circulating. A
transfusion
of god knows what. An
exchange
of this
for something else. A
vulnerable
offering
to be prostrate
and doing nothing.
Beyond all
known treatments
the experimental trials
placebo
or the real thing
last ditch efforts
oh do not
give up
on me.

Not yet appeased.
I can always
find my way back to
that little heart
lay down
try again.