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Poetry and Medicine
November 21, 2001


Author Affiliations

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor.

JAMA. 2001;286(19):2370. doi:10.1001/jama.286.19.2370

Like a fish I dart to your body on the hour
floating on all night coffee over a tilting floor
between walls that flash and waiver.
In between I wait with the nurses behind a glass wall
in the green waves from your heart
monitor and watch your data stream.
You lie massive and missing, black and boyish,
your mind waits for sweetened insulin
to feed your starved blood out of coma,
back to psychosis. You return body first
with thrashes and moans. When you wake,
you are caught in bed by the lines I've cast,
the wrist restraints and IVs. Back on thorazine,
you watch me through fingers spread like fins
which move as if to hold me. The blur
that I am escapes your parallax and
I turn at the door to see you
flop and fight in the net I made for you.

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