his eyes beyond his glasses
dart from me
rest on the corners
sharp, the sound of knuckles
strike each other
lips in a mournful pucker
a mother’s death
broken, he said
my world after her
a glance at his chart
he’s forty-seven
heaving sobs
and red-faced grief
know no time and
forget themselves
the black of my eyes
widen to hold him
am I boring you?
I’m sorry
deep breath please
Contributing Writer
University of South Florida Morsani College of Medicine
I am currently a fourth year medical student in the SELECT Program at the University of South Florida Morsani College of Medicine. With a background in Spanish Literature and Public Health, I am interested in the intersection of medicine and the humanities. I have a particular interest in the understanding of disease through the lens of psychosocial issues, the correctional healthcare system, and underserved populations. I am passionate about observing and writing about medical culture, and how we, as patients and providers, experience it.