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  2. Tachycardia

    Hysterical whoops to the south
    from our gentlemen of twisted wire:
    To the east the sun climbs in panic
    over the sinking hills.
    Westward the conestogas chant
    “party! party! party!”
    and north is only the rapid tap
    of disappearing heels.


  3. Letter to Arrhythmia

    Dear arrhythmia, dear perennially
    side-stepping, asynchronous and rapid
    tachycardia, I’ve learned not so much
    to fancy up my footwork than to fake
    a passable improv: not even time
    to do my nails, check my hair or lines
    for an audition call– but here we are
    again in the molasses of a telenovela,
    gliding from moments of near hysteria
    then shimmying to the Copacobana
    as doors revolve like windmills
    in the background… And it’s true, then,
    what they say about you: how you break
    knees, break hearts, and then ask
    Will you dance? Sometimes I want to stop,
    just be the wallflower, enjoy the view– be
    the one the waiters come and tend to,
    their silver trays bobbing with fancy,
    pileated tufts of napkins. Oh but I’ve never
    known the ease of a downier partner:
    only you dealing and dealing it out;
    sometimes, more than I can muster.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    02 13 2011


        1. I was thinking of how both our imaginations went (independently) to frantic parties. But maybe that’s not a so surprising a response to the world tachycardia, after all!


          1. Yes, on the frenetic party images… Though I suppose I was using them to think of some other things! (great minds think alike? :)


          2. Heh. I wish. These lines —

            “it’s true, then,
            what they say about you: how you break
            knees, break hearts, and then ask
            Will you dance?”

            brought me to a full stop. You know, how sometimes there’s a moment, when you read something so good that it seems like the world should just end right there. Like what needed to be said has been said, we can all go home now :-)


  4. Dave: one correction please on the above just now? —

    change these lines to–

    the one the waiters come and tend to,
    their silver trays bobbing with fancy, …

    Thanks!
    Luisa


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