Lucky for me, they cut one of my ribs out... just below the collar bone. And every once in awhile, my heart can squeeze out in the newly created space, like jail bars pried apart.
Sometimes at night, when I can't sleep, I lay on my left side and place my right hand under my left armpit. I can feel my heart quiver in its cage, and the first time I felt that, I thought there was something wrong with me. It's not a heartbeat I'm feeling, it's the actual contraction of the ventricles, then the atria, and somehow I can feel the whole thing. I guess it's normal. I place my hand under my ribs and feel it flutter as if it's living a life of its own. And maybe it is. Like a stranger living in my own body.
Maybe I should introduce myself. We could become friends.
That wild thing with wild ideas.
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