You only get a finite number of them
(just like everything else,
everything that is just given to you,
without any reason, without any
payment, just given, just because),
and we all think of them
as so precious,
as so desperately in need
of protection,
of safeguarding them,
even hoarding them,
for use at another time:

When would you use you
hoarded heartbeats?
Is there another life
that you are saving them for?
Wrapped in cellophane,
sealed in a box,
for use at another time?

Thanks anyway,
I'll use mine now.

March 11, 2009.

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