May 28, 2016


I wonder
what the doctor hears
when he touches me
with his cold stethoscope,
saying breathe deep 
and do not speak.
Perhaps it's your voice,
whispering within.
Or maybe he knows
right away you're gone,
that odd new wrinkle
showing up on my EKG,
never having seen
its like before,
just one more thing
he'll try to explain,
added to a growing list
he'll go over
again and again,
before I'm released,
and he can finally
send me home.