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The Doctor Laments

For our kidneys cratered

 like the swollen moon


For the way time hangs

 on our bones


For our confused lungs, blooming

 white and yellow destruction


For our exhausted hearts, roused

 to expansion by want and need


For the loss of the ancient stars

 in our blood and marrow


For the mines of our bodies

 that generate iridescent crystals and stones


For the dark shadows shifting

 in our souls


And our inability to escape them


Alex Quintanilla

Alex Quintanilla graduated from Rice University before teaching English in a small town in Spain. She now lives in Texas, where she is completing her pediatric residency.