WHERE THE HEART IS
āBeth Davies
It was a useful definition of home until I realised Iād left a ventricle at university, along with my raincoat.
Thereās one aorta in my childhood bedroom, a chunk of cardiac muscle in my friendās pocket, and another in my housemateās rucksack.
Arteries stretch out from this body like tripwires, connecting me to small towns I only know by name.
From your end of the phone I hear this scattered organ, beating louder than ever.















