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Education  |   October 2018
Vanishing Point
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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 / Central and Peripheral Nervous Systems / Infectious Disease / Respiratory System
Education   |   October 2018
Vanishing Point
Anesthesiology 10 2018, Vol.129, 852. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002260
Anesthesiology 10 2018, Vol.129, 852. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002260
Think of O’Keeffe’s painting in blacks and grays
the legend beneath telling how anesthesia pulled her under
so what she saw she could no longer see—just a black dot
waiting at the end of the tunnel. Say the Holland Tunnel
when we drove through at 3 am racing a blizzard,
the only car. Our beams fixed on the distant circle,
and then we surfaced in Jersey City to snow-smeared light
and regained our place names, sought lanes leading home.
I see this while we talk about what you will feel like
when you have the surgery. “When.” “If you have to,”
and that leads us to think of losing ability to think
when the body is loosening from its usual pinnings—
moorings. Lessenings. Floating under,
period of the sentence when no words will follow,
neither to continue nor remonstrate nor assent.
O’Keeffe concocted a searing white titanium,
the white-out speck in the center, cold-hot pinprick
in the heart of color. Empty field. Blinding white. Period.