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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 SkurtuExileby Lane FalconFlushby 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 Needleby Isla McKettaThere Was Beauty in That Graphby Geralyn Pinto[Untitled]by Nan Darbous Marthaller[Untitled]by Nan Darbous MarthallerContributorsCalvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087
The Mechanics of Love
12018-02-21T23:36:46-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087180221by Victoria Gatehouseplain2018-02-21T23:36:46-08:00Calvin Olsenb5c5f3583225f37f1f8a2a51ca3fc4b14f902087by Victoria Gatehouse
It ticks me to sleep, the titanium valve in your heart,
so close, my lips could press a gleam down the horizontal scar
where they opened you up, hooked cannulised veins
to the heart-lung machine. This room of ours, all soft
darkness until a car passes; in the place where curtains
don’t quite meet, a spill of light, making me think
of that imperfect seal, how blood streaked back
from ventricle to atrium, more turbulent with every year.
Now, the deep red chambers of your heart, secured
against the leak and tonight, every night, in that pause
between beats – titanium, titanium,
for its strength, durability, its resistance to corrosion,
for this love, for those two shining leaflets
clicking in their frame, hinging on it.
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