Max Heinegg

IN THE WHIRRING

Seven minutes to save your child’s life. Speeding to the hospital in silence, your free hand
interlaced with your wife’s, your breathing oath. Beneath the blades, the doctor says, kiss
your daughter, & the rotors lift off for a sky that may devour all you promised her.  She’s
unconscious as you speak, your words to her a secret the vortex keeps. 

Max Heinegg’s poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and The Pushcart Prize. He has been a finalist for poetry prizes at Crab Creek Review, December Magazine, Cultural Weekly, Cutthroat, Rougarou, Asheville Poetry Review, the Nazim Hikmet prize, and Twyckenham Notes. Recent work appears in Thrush, Nimrod, The Cortland Review, and Love's Executive Order.