Moving dirt

Two pairs of brown eyes glaze over as the

Space

“Where will you go next?” people ask,
dying to know my answer.

Building rapport

She materializes on screen in her usual
sunny spot,

Directions

You arrived alone that autumn night, your tiny

First Date No. 3

“You’re a resident?”

Notes on PPE

What if we could cover up blemishes, hide

point A to point B

“Thinking is pain,” my patient muses flatly

Despair

dimly lit and windowless,