A POEM by FELIX LECOCQ
Ode to My Heart Monitor
you’re like an angel on my chest —bruce springsteeni never had a god like you before
how delicately you perch on my ribs
how diligently you listen in bed
we talk for hours we even talk
in dreams my dear companion
my sticky sweet machine nothing
between us is sacred but let’s pretend
we are alone when we are alone
my voyeur my confidante my prophet
my muse my scribe my closest friend
my mandated reporter my warden
my twin my womb my lover if i die, oh
how they’d have to tear us apart
Felix Lecocq (he/him) is a writer with a weird heart. You can read his work in Black Warrior Review, Joyland, Peach Mag, and elsewhere. You can find him on Twitter: @felixthepoet.