you have a revolutionary heart

unwound

some people talk about
how they grew up
they learned things they
got older they got a job
got a house got married
had children had an illness
accomplished and failed
how their lives
progressed.

my life has been
a dizzy spiral
things that fell and broke
things that caught and ripped
i got drinks at the bar got
prescriptions and
hospital beds and
got the children and the love
but forgot them in a haze
chasing death on the tracks.

if your life, too
unwound
knotted thread yanked
off the spool
and it was like falling
through the decades
your feet never touching the ground
you’re sleeping on the concrete
or one step away
in the hospital bed
on the tracks
in that bottle or pill or
syringe laced haze:

there’s something at the bottom.
when you get to the end
of the thread
there’s the deepest love
left on the spool.
you will find you have a
revolutionary heart
beating in a rhythm they can’t trace.