37 degrees

37 degrees is the temperature a normal body holds.

She woke up cold beside him and already knew.
He stared up blinkless–dust already forming on his pupils.

She filled him again and again,
punching in time to the tinny disconnect of the speakerphone counting with her: one and two and three and four and five.   She pauses, ear to mouth on the five–listening, watching–waiting for the slow rise that never comes.

He stayed wired and tubed three days,
her head on his chest–listening for the synapse of flesh inside machine. 

Now, she sleeps with cadavers 
and stares blinkless, head on chest,
counting, listening inside the intervals--for the slow rise that never comes.

About Heidi Stauff

Ultimately ending up in Atlanta, Heidi's creative impulses followed many paths. She delivered middle-class, white-girl, angst to tens and twenties of Generation-Xers through the now defunct rock-band, Belljar. She designed hundreds of dresses for Disney-bound little girls. She birthed two babies she now homeschools, lost and then found her faith again, and writes about all of it in her free time: which is usually after midnight with a glass or three of wine.
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1 Response to 37 degrees

  1. Bela Johnson says:

    Powerful stuff. Do tell. ❤


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