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Sometimes I forget
my nurse has two jobs.
She brings me vitamins,
frozen passion fruit,
creamy sweets,
and beautiful music,
making this boy
the luckiest patient.
That smile is such
great heart medicine
that I beg her to stay
every time she says goodnight.
In that moment
when her head falls a bit
I remember her other clock,
smile, smell her on my face,
and close the window
until she returns in her darkness
to hug me again.
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