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good morning, i’m the medical student

i must ask how you are feeling

even though my eyes already sting

from the distinctive fog

of agony reserved for 

the rooms of

sick boys and sick girls 

sicker moms and sicker dads


decades dwindled to days

speaking is now laborious

yet you muster

                            “my sticker?”

my scope of practice includes 

Assistant to Professional Collector of Chemo Stickers

soon to adorn a small casket 


i’m mad your body rusted faster than mine

but it was expected.

america didn’t learn to love

the undocumented boy born 

in the salty sea of misfortune

oxidized by poverty

corroded by genetics


would you excuse me for a second?

my face mask is sopping


oh how i wish i could

keep vigil in the light-bleached hallway

glue my spine to the linoleum

come, let us curse

his present illness

Image credit: Pediatrics (CC BY-SA 2.0) by artangelo

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Somya Kaul (1 Posts)

Contributing Writer

Nova Southeastern University Dr. Kiran C Patel College of Osteopathic Medicine

I am a fourth year medical student interested in family medicine. I am passionate about preventative health and culturally competent care!