Any Good Poem

"...I swear to not be in a half-assed rush, wear helmet & ear guards, keep my gloves on for even a fast cut..."

Goes to the market Just to hear another voice: “Paper or plastic?”

"A single gem has throbbed in my chest my whole life, even though, even though this is my second heart..."

"One September morning, the day I started medical school, I placed a two-foot specimen in my sunny south window."

"Poetry arrived in search of me."

"That’s when I started dreaming I could be a doctor someday, that I could get away, prescribe myself a new life."

"But before offering it to us over steamed rice, even before his gods, he’d serve those who were not home..."

"We sit on a bench to find out how it will end..."

"While considering Celan's suicide, I think back to Virginia Woolf drowning herself..."

"So this is Nebraska. A Sunday afternoon; July. Driving along with your hand out squeezing the air, a meadowlark waiting on every post."

"The year I owned a motorcycle and split the air in southern Spain, and could smell the oranges in the orange groves as I passed them outside of Seville, I understood I'd been riding too long in cars..."

"My own dear love, he is all my world,—And I wish I’d never met him."

"I was talking on the phone, walking steadier, noticed the tap, and after, the tap-step, a light knock, a knock like someone’s at the door come to visit..."

"...the beauty still intoxicating, the spirit of the research like a child swimming for the first time in the sea, awed..."

"Remember? Remember wanting to play every minute, as if that was why we were born?"

"How free is our will if our fate is decided by our melanin. What is the meaning of Black lives when so many people don’t think we matter?"

"Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin..."

"...when skilled hands and callused fingertips pick sweet equations where practice becomes song."

"Touched by the hard times, flowers shed tears. Grieved by separations, birds are startled in their hearts."

"Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes, Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes."

"The night is swallowing Daylight. We sit down to eat."

"The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing, For thy delight each May morning. If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love."

“The wind has donned your hair...

“The fundamental act of medical care is assumption of responsibility.”

"Otherwise it's spring, and everything looks frail; the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves are full of infant chlorophyll, the very tint of inexperience."

"And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold."

"I shall forget civilization, I shall forget color, caste, I shall move in a fantastic world of raceless men and women..."

"rescued from the filth of paradise, hosed off, shining, my cracked fingernails caked with dirt."

"The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters, with four dead and eleven wounded."

"The buttonholes, the sizing, the facing, the characters. Printed in black on neckband and tail. The shape, the label, the labor, the color, the shade. The shirt."