She suffers from bouts of amenorrhea.
She masticates as often as the day is black.
Her associates claim to have no idea.
The young ossein — aged with many a crack.
The chassis appears, to all, to be gaunt.
No fervor for coitus intimates strangeness.
Wan and pallid, she looks inclined to haunt.
Her apparel — slack, not made to impress.
When will they void their lack of knowledge?
She needs someone to come to her aid,
Take her hand and lead her from the edge,
Instead of averting, trying to evade.
Go and lead her in the right direction,
And help desist her craving for perfection.
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.