if we can just cling / and weather this weather, / we can make some things / much better and better.
In a hospital room lit blue / By the rays entering in from the clouded sun
I’m not the first to think / under my breath, even out loud: / To test positive for Covid. / Even after this morning.
Secret / The caterpillar munching on hair / beneath your scrub cap
Some days, I only feel disillusion of the soul / that yearns for bear hugs, game nights, Nana’s pecan pie.
‘Twas the block before Step, and all through the school / not a student was stirring — no one was a fool
5:00 am, the first day on the night shift, / six deliveries completed and only one hour remains. / A call from the nurse says the patient in 14 is five centimeters dilated, / and so we enter the room to rupture her membranes.
The clock strikes midnight and just like that, / she’s been laboring for 10 hours as expected, / time flies when you can’t feel contraction pain.
Failure was never an option for me. // Every time I fail… / I am reminded that I have let my country down.
Send us the broken, the battered, / “give me your tired, your poor,” / your torn and tattered.
Just a five-year-old kid / Yet always in and out of the hospital, / Since her first beautiful breath / Through each breath after, / With her life-giving / Yet ever-faltering lungs.
Your bones are beautiful / And your bruises are art