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Education  |   September 2018
Labrys
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  • This poem is one of the finalists of Anesthesiology’s first annual creative writing competition, The Letheon.
    This poem is one of the finalists of Anesthesiology’s first annual creative writing competition, The Letheon.×
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Education / Mind to Mind / Cardiovascular Anesthesia / Trauma / Burn Care
Education   |   September 2018
Labrys
Anesthesiology 9 2018, Vol.129, 608. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002261
Anesthesiology 9 2018, Vol.129, 608. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002261
In the west
a sallow full moon, the color of distressed
metal, has stalled as though
I ever could be righted by
its tidal pull
while the rising sun
refuses to burn
away the tule fog
as my love and I drive the highway north.
No matter
how various we’ve found
this small city, this morning
we take the only route possible
to the heart, to
the one way I can be
rid of something
monstrous, and mine
a single thread tied
to him my home
who will wait
as I am led back
to my body, altered.