Neither of us good
at small talk, we drove through the
desperate silence
settling on the
meaningful soap opera
of politics as
distraction. The night
before, I woke to your tears
at 2, both of us
dislocated from
dreams of a future that had
been rewritten in
the illegible
scrawl of a doctor's pen. They
measure tumors in
millimeters and
leave us to measure the
consequences in faith.
—Martin A. Bartels
at small talk, we drove through the
desperate silence
settling on the
meaningful soap opera
of politics as
distraction. The night
before, I woke to your tears
at 2, both of us
dislocated from
dreams of a future that had
been rewritten in
the illegible
scrawl of a doctor's pen. They
measure tumors in
millimeters and
leave us to measure the
consequences in faith.
—Martin A. Bartels
