mm not my best work, not a great poem, but it's my dead bestie's birthday and i choose the coping mechanism so here's a collaboration with my 18 year old self
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Self-Destruct Mechanism Sings a Love Song or Love Song in Which The "You" is a Medical Degree
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The Next Best Thing or Medschool Friends 2
(as already seen in my last comp post)
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uhhhhh been experimenting with writing poetry in spanish as a part of practising. not sure how it's going??
if my grammar is wack, por favor dígame, tengo miedo de preguntarle a mi profesora sobre mi gramática porque mi poesía es,,,,,,,, personal
no but really please feel free to correct my spanish lol
anyway, here they are:
Las Eleciones Que Tomamos
Si quiero
La Estrella Muerta
Una Toracostomía
+ the poem i wrote for class back in like, 11th grade. here's what baby lena was up to (edited a little, mostly for grammar/vocab)
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Rotten Work (especially if it's me)
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we study in small groups, where i'm getting my degree. i think i got stupidly lucky with the people i was grouped with, i really do, but i also think going through this kind of thing together will make you love just about anyone
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Dream Logic (originally posted under the title I do, of course, but you wouldn't have asked me to)
originally written for the prompt "here's what i remember" of escapril 2021
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Ode to Body Donors (everyone's first patient is dead)
the first time i shadowed an orthopaedic surgeon i was a first year medstudent who couldn't tell her carpal bones from her tarsal bones. it was a magical experience that solidified the knowledge that i was going into some kind of surgery one day, and seeing living patients and living tissue actually was beautiful - i was spending so much of my time around cadavers, seeing something so alive and fixable was exhilarating. and, and, reflecting on it, the gratitude i have towards the people who donated their bodies for all of us to learn from - i learned to see the beauty in that, too
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We Are Not the Last of Our Kind from Side Wounds
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This Much I Know from Side Wounds
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Exam Season Blues from Side Wounds
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Repair Therapy (poems that didn't make it into Side Wounds part 7)
so therapy is very silly to me. necessary. but silly. here's a poem about it where i'm a car
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