ICU days
line draws
and scrawled
fishbones
sweet jesus
overheard
we stop
at each door
each door
a threshold
sunlight today
but frosted glass
a curtain drawn
for privacy
opacity
for if it comes
to pass
this is a shore
if anything
a great big blank
the lung’s
secret space
and the blood
singing wrong
OPTIONAL POETRY 
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thank you, fellow clinician!
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that last couplet… wow.
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thank you! I was going to try and keep going but an abrupt stop seemed more appropriate
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So powerful.
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Thank you, Jeff! it is a strange (uncanny?) place to work sometimes
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