Playing Doctor

Put your stethoscope
to my ear, here
there’s heartbeat

some say flesh
some breathe time
all the stars

planted in your blood
stream—kick slap
the hammer to my knee

I haven’t got much
left to diagnose
shine a light

into my sinus cavity
and see what breathing
accumulates—

you’ve got a healthy
head—smart about
quickened pulse

just to be sure
let’s take your blood
pressure again.