I saw you and my eyes turned into hearts. I’m blind now. The doctors are baffled. The workings of my circulatory system have become territorial and problematic. Don’t call it cardiac arrhythmia. I prefer “polyrythmia”. The left eye-heart beats out triplets to the chest-heart’s steady bump and the right eye-heart’s idiosyncratic accents. Although when I hear your footsteps it’s more like Chick Webb getting into a fight with John Bonham and Talvin Singh. Which is probably why I keep passing out. Ok bye.