Anastomoses Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

Anastomoses

My fella, a surgeon— showed me the anatomy of love
kindness, care, and weightless grace—and somehow, I rise above.


Let's meet,
even in anastomoses,
superficial to the subscapular artery

Let us party,
let us be
just you, just me,
in quiet harmony. ❤️

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