A-Fib: An Irregular Sonnet
My heart leaps up ...
Or doesn't. Or does a dozen times
in quick succession, hopscotching along
without regard for lines. This short of breath,
I could be a slave climbing the steep stone steps
of Machu Picchu, a boulder on my shoulder,
a coca leaf between my cheek and gum. ...
Jones, Daryl. (2019). "A-Fib: An Irregular Sonnet". JAMA, 321(9), 904.