The Two Heartbeats Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Female bodies flame their eternal milk when they
Come into season
And then you can see them beside road courses or in and
Amidst bricabrac at flea markets or oh um
Garage sales;
And they slip in and out of doors looking as if they’ve
Stolen watermelons
And the cars flash before them like schools of minnows and
Summer whales. If they are lucky then their dresses
Are as elegant as their pain,
While their bodies start out swinging in the motion of
Both hemispheres:
It was the female body’s dancing which first started the earth
To spinning,
And there has never been another greater invention:
Now they stream by in postmodern chariots and it makes me
Want to cry; and I would just like to do that for one
Of them. Maybe one of them that already has a daughter,
Who starts out every day in her car, and talks all day long on her
Telephone:
Maybe I would just like to start another heart beat inside of her,
And synchronizing, make those two heartbeats my own.