Pulses February 12, 2007
Posted by cayla in cayla.trackback
I always hated taking pulses
Hated the feeling of warm blood pumping beneath two fingers
Hated that section in Anatomy
I was sickened by the
Blue rivers running under translucent skin
Until last night
When she said she couldn’t feel a pulse and I jumped in
Tempted to say
“Let me!” “I studied this in anatomy!” and “You’re doing it wrong!”
Then I saw and I knew that
No amount of practice in anatomy labs could bring you back
Could provide the feeling of warm blood pumping beneath my two fingers
Could make those little rivers run again
DFA Writes 
this is really really good. I don’t really know how to say it, but I like this alot!
I think that this poem is really powerful. I really like what you did with the last stanza.
I’m sorry Cayla; I knew the moment I read this and I never said a thing. We talked about it this morning. I’m really sorry…
It makes the poem you’ve written a lot more personal when you know what it’s about.