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Poetry and Medicine
November 1, 2006


Author Affiliations

Poetry and Medicine Section Editor: Charlene Breedlove, Associate Editor. Poems may be submitted to jamapoems@jama-archives.org.

JAMA. 2006;296(17):2066. doi:10.1001/jama.296.17.2066

When I met you I was tired,
Pissing my life away by the hour,
But I didn't feel the fine point
Of carrying you
When you pierced my skin,
Or you entering me
When I pressed the plunger.
Initially, there was warmth;
An electricity rising
From beyond my toes
Up to the flush on my face.
Now, I may take you
As needed,
But, suddenly, when becoming helpless,
Find that you are more
Than what I want in a moment.
Still, you're there,
And you hold me—
Protecting me
From all that is sickly sweet.