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No Livers Here



In the morning when I do not turn on your light there

is a moment where even I

believe myself  a character in your dreams.


I just want to get back to where I was

you tell me in your native tongue as I crouch against the mattress.


I am trying to crush the system for you,

hoping to flip the story over and through itself until

one moment an opening appears in which there is an answer in a



Not yours, new.


You pull away the blankets to show your abdomen

round, gelatinous

a waveform in itself.

I go through my morning motions pressing


pushing here

until you’ve once again been pushed out the door.

RAPHAELA POSNER MD'23 is a medical student at the Alpert Medical School of Brown University

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