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The Doctor Says
Premature ventricular heartbeat, not serious (for him).
Call if lightheaded or your heart begins racing.
Feeling lightheaded, I breathe deeply and say nothing.
After all, naming could make it happen.
I’m seized by susto, sustained terror
Mexicans know as an affliction, but Anglos
mistake for superstition or delusional phobia.
I know where I stand.