by David Gruber
I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once, but I forget where. I remember feeling the cold Ultrasound gel spread upon my chest as the camera slides over my heart. The conductive medium tightens the bond of the skin and the transducer in the form of waves, veins, and red blood cells. I—still alive—remember seeing my heart.