Saturday, June 3, 2023

The Landing Cake

He visits. He talks briskly
With his post-operative
Patients, but listen closely—

He’s flying by instruments,
Adjusting the recipes—
Salt is down? Ease back elsewhere.

White blood cells up, just a titch?
Bring up the meropenem.
It feels paradoxical,

To improvise by numbers,
By the seat of his distance.

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