They’ve been jamming your heart

They’ve been jamming your heart
With an electrical transducer
You press my hand against it
And your fingers buzz

The long winter until you’re dead
Bites its teeth
The sound is slow
Creaking metal joints
Set over the pavement
Now you can finally get paid

Don’t say what it is
It must be something else
The mind keeps its own shelter
Far and away from this realm
You no longer hear it over the fridge hum

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at Read other articles by Robin.