Ten years ago today, my heart went on a short vacation.
It called me in my dream state from a pay phone at a station.
"I’m sitting just outside your chest. It’s really quite a view.
Don’t worry, get yourself some rest, I’ll be back in a few.
Amazing how the world looks when you’re not cooped up in ribs.
I seem to be surrounded by a bunch of guys in bibs.
I think I’ll have a little work to ease my miseries.
I’ll have a valve job and perhaps get four new arteries.
I should be home before it’s dark, so please don’t pass away.
And when I’m back, please promise me, do as the doctors say."
A decade since my chest was opened and I’m doing fine.
I’d like to thank my bypass team. My heart is yours, not mine.