because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

she woke up without bruises

godless and unchagrined,
he exhales in satisfaction
of the smooth metal’s
bevel as it perforates
an imperfect knotted
border between
ecstasy and dismay;
this is penetration in its most
visceral sense, the delicate hairs
covering her forearms
chilled and on edge;
it’s almost sensual, slipping
like poison into veins
opened for the embrace
of a cure, the sterile admixture
of stainless steel melted
by the heat of her blood.

as many such instances
it’s over almost before it’s begun,
leaving an ache of anticlimax and only
a few precious drops on the
rough cotton sheets,
soon swept away by a need
for decency
and an orderly’s ungentle hand.

2 responses

  1. soulintention

    quite a piece — the metal – the vein, it raises the hair on my forearms — the cure — brings the reality of life/blood to the often – cold hand of medicine.


    thanks barbara– glad it tasted real to you

    September 16, 2008 at 5:54 pm

  2. increadible investigation of the juxtapostiional properties of western medecine as seen from within the psyche

    September 17, 2008 at 7:23 am


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