Typewriter Series #2680 by Tyler Knott GregsonHelp me out!...

Typewriter Series #2680 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Two and a half weeks of waiting,
the body does peculiar things.
Never been afraid of death, not the
pain or leaving of it, never worried
of my own demise, but the body
does peculiar things.
Hurtling down a highway
hours from a signal, a tightness
takes over and plants a seed of doubt,
calculations in mathematics you
somehow remember again,
if an ambulance leaves City A
at 80 miles per hour headed south,
while you leave Forest B
going 70 miles per hour, heading north,
at what point
on that lonely piece of road
will you and the defibrillator
be within eye shot?  

Seventeen minutes on a treadmill,
wires dangling from patches
that leave red rings when they pull
them off.  Seventeen minutes running
straight up a Sisyphean hill,
and another day of waiting.  Is that
numbness in my left hand?

I woke to results, the all clear,
the news that this heart won’t give out,
was as strong as I thought it was,
that it was built for endurance,
I woke to good news and somehow forgot
everything I once knew
of mathematics.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-