(a) Unable or disinclined to speak freely The motor commands that choreograph speech are a privilege to possess, though I frequently find myself thinking about silence, and the reasons for which I may choose to leave it unbroken. In my privilege, I frequently forget that an eternal tongue-tie, that moment when silence becomes perpetual, could be in my future. Bisected by a trench as old as humanity, two fertile regions of brain work together to …
Jagged shards of lightning playfully dance across the horizon, / their shrieks of war struggling to keep up … / I hesitantly about-face and land my gaze upon his ethereal face.
On the first day of lecture, my dear, sweet professor / Had fallen ill with a case of the flu.
There is pain on her face. / I’m walking on the busy sidewalk, / I don’t know her.
Tears rushed down my face / like the initial gush of water / spurting from a faucet
Open. / Open abdomens. / Idealized organs from Netter’s in the flesh.
Soon, / There / Will be / A true cure.
In the theater I saw you, / white coat and big eyes.
I have stood on both sides of the line– / The line between mother and medic; / The line between parent and practitioner.
time, / its lifespan ceases to exist / as the gold warmth of your hazel eyes surround me
I strode down hallways, winding ‘round to meet / A sailor old and take to him his meal. / A gentle bounce in every step on beat, / This home to many always builds my zeal.
A canvas / Of delicately oiled / Skin, stretched taut