What do you call a person that graduated last in his class at medical school?
Clean white coats
that dish out the mud. sling the mud.
I drown in misplaced puddles
tripping into them in my search for home.
for the voice that broke.
for the spine that
ruptured…the knee that shattered.
I am of Eve’s body, of cracked ribs
searching for the garden I possessed
restrained by the Rod of Asclepius.