Here, could you hold my heart a minute?
I've got to take this call.
My job starts at 8 am in the morning.
I don't have time to talk now.
What's that you say?
You can feel it beating hard?
That's okay, just let it go.
It'll stop in a little while.
I'll get to my desk, and
I'll make a cup of coffee, and
I'll check my voicemails and emails, and
an hour later it will still.
My phone is vibrating.
Is that you calling again?
Oh, you're texting this time,
to tell me that my heart is beating fast.
I know, that's because I cleaned my house.
Over the weekend, for some guests.
The exercise makes it speed up.
But then I get to work and my seat
sucks up all the thumps and beats.
It's okay if you want to dance.
Actually, it likes dancing. It always has.
Just put my heart in your pocket.
The one on the front of your shirt.
I'm sorry if it stains bloody purple.
You can always stick it in a bag.
I usually wrap it in a napkin in my purse.
Especially if we've gone out to eat.
I'll keep it with sauce packets and leftovers.
Separate it from the checkbook and receipts.
Chipotle is my favorite.
They have those recyclable paper bowls
and the easy-to-fold metal tins.
Ask them for an extra and put it in there.
Refills are free before you leave.
Don't worry if it gets a little smooshed.
I'm not worried about it.
It's already got its share of lumps and bruises.
Like a kindergartner coming off the playground.
I skid my knee once sliding into gravel.
I was playing soccer with the boys.
I wanted to win so bad. I don't remember if I did.
The blood just sinks below the pebbles.
Be careful you don't lose my heart.
You can do what you want with it, I don't care.
But I will be awful toasty if you lose it.
So be mindful.
Why are you calling again?
Don't you know I'm busy?
I'm in the middle of a very stressful situation.
My head is filled with noise.
I trusted you to take care of this.
Play a song for it or put it in the sun.
I can't talk anymore so you'll have to figure it out.
No, I'm hanging up now.
If I can call you back, I will.
Thank you for calling a company.
This is my shell speaking.
I have been assigned to assist you.
How can I use both our time?
I hate talking on the phone.
I see the caller ID. I'm not answering.
I am rolling down the blinds.
The sun is glaring on my monitor.
When my phone vibrates,
even when I don't answer it,
I think of you holding my heart,
and whether my heart vibrates too.
Did you give it a new ringtone?
What's the groovy beat?
Does it tell you when I'm calling?
Does it tell you when I'm feeling kind or mean?
An hour from now we'll ride home,
with the windows rolled down,
my fingers gliding along with the wind,
driving in a sun soaked Malibu,
my hair getting tangled.
And then we will make dinner – well, probably you.
You always try to make it easier for me,
even when your day was like piles of dirty laundry,
and you have carried both our hearts.
Or we will go out to eat because cooking is a lot
when our stomachs are empty and echoing.
Regardless, you will ask me about my heart again,
but I will say no – I'm too tired.
I am going to bed. I'm going to rest my head.
I am going to watch my videos.
I am going to play my games.
I am going to while my time away.
Would you keep watch of my heart?
Only for the rest of the evening.
I'll look over it tomorrow.