Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Cardiac Rehab

"...If only I could survive without mine..."

Listening to the radio
on the experiences of young people waiting for heart transplants
(Hope and Diminution in equal measure; a Pendulum Ride)
I have a compulsion
to donate mine
now -- immediately.
If only I could survive without mine
to give the boy his ...
A strange idea?
Ripping open the rib cage and proffering a
bleeding
beating
heart
to someone who is desperate for it;
The ultimate demonstration of love
The destruction of the possibility to love
in
one
fell
swoop.
Let Them Eat Cake by Poe
Or, do I need to thread my needle
And
start
sewing up
my own slayed
atria,
expelling emaciated
spectres?






Article © Rushika Wick. All rights reserved.
Published in the September 26, 2016 issue .
Image(s) © Rushika Wick. All rights reserved.
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