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1. Love “tachycardia” – brilliant.

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

   • This is getting uncanny, Luisa :-)

     • How so, Dale? :)

       • 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!

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

         • 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

   • Done.

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6. Dale, thank you; you are too, too kind. :)

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