Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Trauma Patient #25 — Carol Scott-Conner

Your blood has forgotten your name. It seeps though hidden channels towards the abyss. Ebbs out in heavy dark torrents. I don’t know your name. Not yet. Somewhere, a clerk, seeking your driver’s license, rifles through your bloody clothes. Meanwhile… Your blood drips onto the floor where I stand, and someone puts down a blanket … Continue reading