she is curled on her side like a child — / eyes closed, back exposed.
Dying is not / as romantic as I once thought. / I think you always knew this.
Our successes are born out of / The communities that uplifted us. / The teachers that pushed us.
The intruder slithers in at midnight, / slinking his way to the boy fast asleep, / the tangled mess of hospital wires his field of untrimmed grass,
Should the symbol of medicine bear one snake or two? / If you answered two, then the joke is on you! / Or, at least, that’s the current popular view.
I imagine her mother / Squeezing daughter’s limp hand / Silent tears
Anatomy is more than flesh and bone and blood. / It’s more than the donor and the scalpel teaching the student.
good morning, i’m the medical student / i must ask how you are feeling / even though my eyes already sting
Borborygmi – rumbling or gurgling noises made by the movement of fluid and gas in the intestines.
There is a straight line from / ordering an ultrasound to obtaining / clear cylinders of red blood cells.
Deadlines rush on, relentlessly. / Another email signed, / “Best regards.”
Studying blood clots / While I sit for hours on end / Affixing my own.