heimlich

this is the way things like this end ya know
a hiccup then a deeper breath
to realign the diaphragm
a swallow
then again again again

it ends

like choking in a diner
no one knows the maneuver
and the chemistry rests in your chest
the blue spreads
dirty tile to slab

it's a good weekend for a suicide
he says, reading a brochure
i am chest-armed-crossed
thinner in my mind than my body
and lara croft in my pout

i'm supposed to find irony
perhaps even find it funny
but i'm so numb from this machine
and desperate for a stab, a bite, a kiss
to remind me i'm a miracle