[Skip to Content]
[Skip to Content Landing]
Views 2,389
Citations 0
Poetry and Medicine
October 24/31, 2017

Lear as an Aging Musician

JAMA. 2017;318(16):1616. doi:10.1001/jama.2017.7266

Your hypothenar eminence is thin—
your elbow hurts. You’ve been
exercising without support. Sun’s
not setting yet, my dear; it’s ulnar.

I’ve been saying such for months.
Hand, wobbly as an unstable moon
less than a nano light-second away
from a saturnine planet, my face.

First Page Preview View Large
First page PDF preview
First page PDF preview