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  • Posters, I think. That's what I need: Posters.

    Lost Heart

    I could offer a reward.

    Reward: $...

    What is the right price to place on a heart? One million dollars? Two? I couldn't pay if someone did find her, and I wouldn't want them to hold her for ransom. It's my heart. She belongs with me. Scratch the reward.

    Identifying traits: Slightly scarred but still functioning. Holds a steady beat. Somewhat larger than average; some might say huge. Prone to tears and/or laughter. Responds to my name, words, wine, and music, adventure and street art, travel and love.

    Oh, that won't do.

    She responds to everything, and frankly, I haven't a clue how she looks. I use her every day without bothering to look at her at all. I didn't even notice she was disappearing until she was gone.

    She needs medicine right away.

    That's a lie.

    She doesn't really need medicine.

    Well, she does, but the whole body does. The neurologist fiddled around too much with the prior authorization, and we've been off our meds for almost two weeks. That's too much for a poster. I'd best just leave it as it is, put a sense of urgency to the matter, keep someone from tucking her in a drawer and forgetting about her.

    Family misses her.

    It's true. I do. So does my brain and maybe my lungs, legs, and hands.

    Last seen: Kuala Lumpur - Nov 1, 8:00 a.m.

    That might not be true. I don't remember when I saw her last. She could have been gone for a while; I wasn't paying attention. I just kept asking her to stretch a little bit more, a little bit more, and a little bit more to hold this place and these people, my old friends, their honeymoon, our buddymoon, and new friends, the little girls who called me pretty and the big boy who did the same, the palm trees, the monkeys, the orangutans, the rivers, bridges, and leeches, the haze and the sun, the bread with butter and coconut jam.


    I think that maybe she slipped out of my grasp to run free in the Bornean jungle and to laugh through a storm in Kuala Lumpur. I haven't a clue where she is now, but I'm pretty sure she's tripping a light fantastic somewhere while I sit on the sideline and wait for my chance. She needs to come back. I can't do this without her.

    A poster, though. A poster might help.
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