The chair’s feet are uneven on the tile.
When the baby leans back, it rocks unsteadily.
Unsteady, like my heart.
It beats irregularly.
Beat, pause. Beat beat, pause. Beat, pause.
Is this a side effect of some choice I made in my life, or am I broken?
A clock that only ticks every other second.
A phone that can only receive calls.
I am irregular, one way or another.