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I am a med student.
What surprises me
is my body
is nothing like the books.
I have skin and bone
Liver and heart and brain
But it doesn't work
like I expect it to
Whenever I realize
the light burning
the rhythmic stabbing
the agonizing crushing
I want to diagnose
stable or unstable angina,
precipitated by stress
and unspecified anxiety disorder
but that doesn't feel right
No matter how many times it's written in the books
They don't call it by its real name:
heartache.
But
What fascinates me most
Is that all the crushing flame
feels like a simple breeze
to the sheer despair
of grief