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Medical Humanities

Fugue in C Minor

Ivana Viani

June 30, 2017

I sat there in the hallway observing the distance
between my tachycardic chest and her bloody uterus
and the wet silent babies that surgeons wrestled out
of her pulsating muscles.

Nobody tells you that babies don’t cry at first
but instead linger in the air, blue and breathless,
like the time you stood after he hit you –
unaware of living, yet not dead, not yet.