My son imagined out loud what it would be like
if we were forced to squeeze our own hearts
to stay alive.
He quickly decided he would drink
from the Hudson River,
grow himself a third arm that could do the work for him
while he built forts,
I figure I would just get tired,
bored of the endless motion, pumping again and again.
Eventually I would lose interest in the process
drift off in some other direction
chasing a more amusing destination,
realizing too late my breath had slowed.