Terrified Heart

Mother’s answering machine: HELLO. NOBODY’S
HOME. PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE
AFTER THE BEEP, AND SOMEBODY’LL GET BACK TO YOU.
Daughter:
Mom? You there? Are you sleeping? I’m so bummed.
I’LL sing a little song AND MAYBE… you'll pick up:
Sometimes, I’m TERRIFIED of my heart
Of its constant hunger
For whatever it is it wants
(speaking) The way it stops…
…and starts.