with
wavy wild hair, grey eyes
that
saw all of you
Despite
my pain, he put me
in
a lather…
He
had a competent touch as
he
felt my ribs, walking his fingers
up
to just below my throbbing
breast
He
spoke softly as he gave
the
diagnosis
I
was given an instruction sheet
(Thank
God) because I
did
not hear a word he said
I do have an opinion about that:
They
should screen heart throbs
out
of medical school!
I
mean, how is someone who
makes
your heart skip a beat
gonna
save you?
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