time,
its lifespan ceases to exist
as the gold warmth of your hazel eyes surround me
this electricity of emotions
strikes like lightning —
i close my heart
(its weekday hours are over)
but it’s the weekend, those same eyes plead
so you try to
plug me into the wall,
and use me to jump-start
your heart
but don’t you know?
only defibrillators can,
and i am not an object at your disposal
Poetry Thursdays is a weekly newsletter that highlights poems by medical students and physicians. This initiative is led by Slavena Salve Nissan at Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. If you are interested in contributing, please contact Slavena.