Another open letter to the heart

Another open letter to the heart

Dear heart by now you'd think I'd know you

could read your language and understand you a little

hear your various beats and dance in time to their modulations

recognize your signs

feel what you feel ahead of time

and facilitate your needs

but I do not

you'd think I could predict what you will warm to

anticipate your animosity and antagonisms

you'd think my long experience of heeding you would help me

you'd think if only you could

you'd never sleep

you would be in a heart-shaped sweet shop

and you would devour them all

that is if I know you like I claim to know my memory

but I do not

rather my memory knows me

and I wonder about that little cluster of brain-like neurons

I know we wear

and I wonder whether it's you who knows me after all

perhaps I should stop fighting you

whom I do not know