notes from mt. auburn hospital, thursday, sept. 20th, 2018

Elida Kocharian ’21 uses poetry to encapsulate the emotions and observations of a clinical patient in Mt. Auburn Hospital.

 

notes from mt. auburn hospital, thursday, sept. 20th, 2018

 

There’s a shuddering shuffle

          beating bass into my breastbone

Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

          like an intravenous invoice, except

                    my body didn’t get the message.

 

Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

          This bed ages me.

          This bed is   too cold.

          This bed is a vice,     closing capillaries

                                        Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

 

sweet and slow, like the eleven different drugs

stuck still in anoxic arrhythmia

          Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

between the pulse of my lips.

 

Healthy is a relative term and I can’t

          Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

                    heal a redcoat organ without

          cutting her out.

                                        Beep. Beat. Beep. Beat.

 

                                                                      Beat.

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