medical insight

i thought even the surgeon has intestines but i couldn’t help looking when she bent forward i saw through the gap

at the side of her scrubs her fluoro pink knickers

but her blue balloons of stinging green liquid got stuck in my mind and her squeezaholic dumpity dumper her heart corpuscles zooming with oxygen through chambers and on to her brain

this kept me occupied till i forgot the dead loved one on the trolley but that flash of pink was like one spelling mistake in a giant and otherwise perfect book

it resonated into the real the faint whiff of life i almost forgot in the months of disease and despair i knew what’d come next it was ok I could handle the grief loss pain

that i still can’t feel though i try

it’s ten years now and in the mall the opera the office and even at sea i’m surrounded by organs of efficient desire that aren’t me