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Vismai Rao

Ode to My Intravenous Catheter

The doctors tap the back of my hand twice
to bring out its blooming blue rivers:
 
come      dip your toes in,
make yourself at home— 
 
If I could pretend you can squirt out
seams of sticky spider goo
 
I’d feel superhero-ish
despite the hospital bed, its antiseptic scent.
 
But you are here 
 
to pour me things that go right to my head,
my heart, my vital organs.
 
You are here so we can bypass
the elaborate process of eating,
 
digesting, excreting: no more fuss
over taste, over sensitivity
 
of the palate.
 
—if everything we need could come to us
without the use of a body— 
 
O bringer of sugar & electrolytes, O wielder
of solutions, drip drip drip
 
into my veins,
deliver me from this stark world of solidity, where
 
in order to grasp the goodness of a bitter gourd
I am required            to bite into one—  

S. Erin Batiste
Vismai Rao's poems appear or are forthcoming in Salamander, Indianapolis Review, RHINO, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Rust+Moth, Parentheses Journal, SWWIM, & elsewhere. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and the Orison Anthology. She lives in India.
Art: Molly Dunham
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