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Poetry and Medicine
November 13, 2018

The Surgery

JAMA. 2018;320(18):1942. doi:10.1001/jama.2018.8747

I gave it up into those guided hands,
the piece of myself that morphed somehow, and massed
and grew an alien will, a hungry thing,
stronger than me.

Hours and hours, under white light and oxygen
I slept, breathing deep and slow, while everyone
I ever knew, the whole cast of my play,
stood by.

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