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Head on lap
Fingers stroking hair
It’s not that I couldn’t live without this
It’s that I don’t want to
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In your eyes, the fear
The acceptance of the fight
The will for me to be at ease
In my eyes, headlights
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Wigs. Poison. Mastectomies.
You present the plan
Like you’re discussing the menu
I swear you were here
By Miriam Dogar
M2, Harvard Medical School
If I memorialize a moment before it is over
Are you already gone?
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Being around you is bittersweet
I want to hold your hand
But I don’t want you to see how much this is hurting
me
When I’m with you, you never cry
When you think I’m not looking, I see your tears
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Nothing these hands can do
Seem to have any meaning
Unless they’re next to you
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I keep wondering
Will this be the last?
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Coming back to you is
The first sip of water after breaking a fast
I know
I’ve been away too long
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“In the grand scheme of things
It’s nothing
I am just dying a little bit faster than the rest of you”
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