Your Body
Your body lay on the table, wrapped in shrouds / while robed students gathered around, / Your body lay on the table, skin leathery and strong, / I imagined what stories it bore, what paths it traveled along.
Off the Shelf is our section for creative works by medical students.
Your body lay on the table, wrapped in shrouds / while robed students gathered around, / Your body lay on the table, skin leathery and strong, / I imagined what stories it bore, what paths it traveled along.
Gloves first, then scalpel blades gathered, / instructor books and an atlas. / What yearning and churning my mind feels, / unsure what learning to expect.
After hours of struggle, noise, / knife and clamp and lung flapping wetly / like a broken bird wing in an open chest, / there is this part, the dismantling.
“We kept him alive to let his family say goodbye, / and sometimes that’s the biggest victory.”
Motionless, a man awakes from his stupor of heart. Relief from sharpness, the pooling and swelling.
Red blood flows, red lights flash, / Down the streets of Sarajevo. / I wonder which will win today: / Hermes’ staff or Ares’ spear?
The burning taste / of acid in the throat / is a warning.
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?