Poetry and Medicine


She came in, illiterate, bug-eyed, smiling,
And nodded her head when she spoke,
Joking about anything so that we wouldn’t
Become a call and chorus, and so we joked
Until we found our rhythm,
A calm haiku.
Why did you come here?
There is a large, itchy lump
On my vagina.
And we found peace in the closure of a couplet.
You don’t have to look down there, do you?
I don’t if you don’t want me to.

Schuyler Henderson, Class of 2001