Running His Mouth

I’m trapped in the room—twenty-minute visit turning to sixty. He has singlehandedly cared for himself better than nurses, diagnosed himself better than doctors. He is, he tells me, an expert in PICC lines. He calls his neurosurgeon simply, “Paul.”
“Open your mouth, please.” He blushes, gums full of cavities, then leaves, quietly and compliantly.

Year Created: 2020

A second-year combined Internal Medicine-Pediatrics resident.

Voices from the Residents:
2020 Co-editor
2020 Prose, "Running His Mouth"

Rubor Participation:
2020 Poem, "Med-amorphosis"
2020 Poem, "Gallbladder Pain"
2019 Poem, "Hospital Tourism"