Superficial to deep, deep to superficial, / 90 degrees, in and out, / Not too deep, filled with doubt.
Who am I to say that I am an artist? / Itʼs the wanting / the need to express…
You already started / your medical school journey / non-traditionally. / Just keep pushing
You lose / your pen with / the red and blue and black ink
mom, what’s loo-skeem-ya? / oh okay — does that mean I’m loo-skeem-ya?
In the operating room, a man immediately recognized and greeted me / Even though I wore a surgical mask. / His welcoming expression was familiar to me, but I couldn’t pinpoint how I knew him.
I take a deep breath / to calm myself / before walking into the storm / of OR shadowing.
On the other side there is a home, / With green grass, red rosebushes, and a pool where sharks swim in the deep end.
There lives a city only with pairs permitting. / Two lungs move together with love in the air / she takes his breath away when they’re a pair.
Is this man or is this flesh / That implores my expertise? / Is it meat or is it human / When we meet, which do I see?
What happened to you? / I don’t remember / Did it hurt? / Yes boy, oh yes
The scent of illness, stifling and spoiled / Masked by antiseptics.