...ne of sterile steel,
The body laid bare, my unwilling courtier.
Death they said was merely a textbook.
I nodded, pencil poised, as though it were true.
The first incision felt too intimate,
A betrayal of secrets not mine to expose.
The nurse called her "Donner" as though she were a beneficiary of grim philanthropy.
I prefer to call her Margret, or Jane.
I learned quickly: the heart is plump, the lungs bellows, and the brain tangled power grid.
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