The Poet Physician
I’m sitting at the nurse’s station cleaning my glasses with an alcohol prep pad. Looking though the newly cleaned lenses, I’m dismayed to find that not only are my scrubs wrinkled but there’s a brown smudge on my pant leg. What is that—betadine? Peanut butter from when my kids hugged me goodbye this morning?
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COLLECTION OF POETRY FROM 10 FEMALE AND NON-BINARY AUTHORS, SELECT IMAGES FROM COLOMBIAN ARTIST