The Saturday Rumpus Essay: A Brief History of a Bad Heart
You do: two grams of cocaine. Immediately your heart thunders in your ears, and you go cold. Your hands tremble and before your roommate notices you heading to the bathroom. You sit on the toilet and...
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Infarct, I Did
If you roost in a cave or even the hollow cavity of a tree you will probably understand everything I have to tell you. This essay is about blood, and draculin, and the truncated pumping of one human...
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Metaphors for My Forgetful Heart
I’m in middle school when my heart forgets how to beat. At least that’s how it’s explained to me—it forgot. My dad and I are sitting in my cardiologist’s office for a routine visit, me still in my gym...
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Inappropriate Shock
“In a normal body with a normal heart…” –Dr. Tsao, Cardiology We’re in a hospital room with the lights off, slow-dancing to Otis Redding’s “Coffee and Cigarettes.” The nurses leave us alone. Over the...
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