Being that woman.

«(…)

But most hearts say, I want, I want,

I want, I want. My heart

is more duplicitious,

though no twin as I once thought.

It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,


and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open

while the other two are sleeping

but refuses to say what it has seen.


(…)


Long ago I gave up singing

to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:

Heart, be still,

and it will.»

* Margaret Atwood, «The woman who could not live with her faulty heart».
** Inês.