You ask me,
Who we are and what,
How much I am in love,
You ask me,
How much do I love you,
When and where we'll go,
Above and beyond,
You ask me.
How do I know?
How can I reconcile heart and brain,
When I am just learning about the hypothalamus-pituitary axis,
And cannot share this with you.
You ask me.
How do I know?
My mouth was full of answers,
Before I was seduced by love.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Girl Looking Down
You read music in the subway,
Bars and dots that bewilder from afar;
You touch the pages with such care,
Remind me of the language of the blind.
I wonder, if the metal clanking and crackling
Add to the symphony in your head?
Bars and dots that bewilder from afar;
You touch the pages with such care,
Remind me of the language of the blind.
I wonder, if the metal clanking and crackling
Add to the symphony in your head?
Why Why?
I'm not writing to change the world,
not even to change your mind or my mind;
I'm writing because the world changes me,
And maybe you are changing me, my mind.
I'm writing to be a drop of pigment
That you name a color and apply
Or not, to be a keyhole you look through,
I look through, or maybe even forget.
I'm not writing for you or for me,
I'm writing to you, sometimes to me.
not even to change your mind or my mind;
I'm writing because the world changes me,
And maybe you are changing me, my mind.
I'm writing to be a drop of pigment
That you name a color and apply
Or not, to be a keyhole you look through,
I look through, or maybe even forget.
I'm not writing for you or for me,
I'm writing to you, sometimes to me.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Response to Rumi
I ask you to identify me,
To stabilize my existence in this shaky world,
The wave that carries me as I lose myself in the ocean.
You must know.
You are here.
What are you seeking?
We should look for that beyond what we once were,
Faceless, a pure light,
Like a free bird.
We fly now straight to nowhere.
The body imprisons us, a cage.
Come now,
Before you are seduced by love.
To stabilize my existence in this shaky world,
The wave that carries me as I lose myself in the ocean.
You must know.
You are here.
What are you seeking?
We should look for that beyond what we once were,
Faceless, a pure light,
Like a free bird.
We fly now straight to nowhere.
The body imprisons us, a cage.
Come now,
Before you are seduced by love.
Med School Application (I)
Shall I say that I have climbed Mt. Everest and found a drug to end all drugs?
No, but lies are not a physician's trade. I want to master that which is known unwavering, the anatomy, the physiology, blood, bile.
Then, shall I say I am a leader of leaders, shaping houses with my bare hands, wiping tears away with my smile and tests with my concentration?
No, but the truth should not be twisted. I want to ask the perfect question, contemplate the right dose, the saline line, diamond-tipped needle.
I must say I am but a boy in a world of beasts, just a pair of eyes with a gleam, perhaps fingers that are nimble; I cannot say I am scared of the future.
I am scared of the future.
No, but lies are not a physician's trade. I want to master that which is known unwavering, the anatomy, the physiology, blood, bile.
Then, shall I say I am a leader of leaders, shaping houses with my bare hands, wiping tears away with my smile and tests with my concentration?
No, but the truth should not be twisted. I want to ask the perfect question, contemplate the right dose, the saline line, diamond-tipped needle.
I must say I am but a boy in a world of beasts, just a pair of eyes with a gleam, perhaps fingers that are nimble; I cannot say I am scared of the future.
I am scared of the future.
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