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antiBODY An Anthology of Poetry and MedicineMain MenuForewordIntroductionAt the Teaching Hospitalby Dan KrainesAtrophyby Paul BlomBarnacled to the Boneby Stephen C. MiddletonBiopsyby Julie RosenzweigBlood Truckby Sophie Summertown GrimesChokeby Alyson MillerDead See Scrollby Rich MurphyDeciding Not to Wear Glassesby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeDiscovery: Negative Returnby Tara SkurtuFlushby Stephen MeadFruitBy Tyler ChadwickGrandmother Dead, Then Alive, Then Dead Againby Matthew BakerHysteriaby Donna J. Gelagotis LeeIf Not Absolutionby Matthew BakerLackby Sarah Anderson WoodMirenaby Meagan GrantMittelschmerzby Sarah KerseyMoon Childby Lisa Hitonpecan, rodef, clamby Susan ComninosRefugeesby Walt PetersonShe Cannot Let Him Goby Nancy Smiler LevinsonSome Days Begin Like Thisby Tara SkurtuThe Mechanics of Loveby Victoria GatehouseThe Needleby Isla McKettaThere Was Beauty in That Graphby Geralyn Pinto[Untitled]by Nan Darbous Marthaller[Untitled]by Nan Darbous MarthallerContributorsCalvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087
Exile
12018-02-21T23:34:56-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087180221by Lane Falconplain2018-02-21T23:34:56-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087by Lane Falcon
It takes two nurses to push the recliner closer to your silver crib on the side
where the ventilator feeds breath after copied breath into your lungs and lift you,
one holding the six-foot plastic oxygen limb, the other places you in the spindly
cradle of my arms. This is how I imagine I come back into myself, your skin
chafed by hospital air, angry-red, your head the size of a crochet ball
balanced on the crook of my elbow. So many things wrong with me implode
in your eyes, your mouth opens to emit a cry I can’t hear. You arrive in a mold
too small to hold this cosmic injury, and look at me to meet you, to bleed.
first published in Medical Literary Messenger
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