Minimally Invasive:
poems on a life in surgery
by Maria Basile, M.D.
Midnight Rain
Nobody speaks of the rain at midnight
making night streets shine
taking lovers by surprise
as they leave the movie theatre.
He shelters her under his jacket.
She jumps a puddle.
They stop for coffee.
Nine days of rain.
By midnight the puddles are ponds.
Nobody speaks as the water runs over
saturated ground,
cascading curbs.
Incessant drops, are they bigger tonight
or just constant, continuous?
Nobody speaks of the slick tiles
in the lobby of the ER,
of the rain at midnight,
as the surgeon answers a lonely call,
rushing in, wearing sneakers, no socks.
Nobody speaks.
Table of Contents
Anastomosis
Nick
Calling for the Knife
Minimally Invasive
So Good
Love Poe
I Didn’t Hear
Late Summer Chemo
Euterpe
The Bottle
Professional Courtesy
Losing Her
To Sylvia
No More Sullen Art
Goodnight Womb
Bedrest
Vacation
Widower
Pushcart Nominations
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