Forgotten Lessons
When I still could climb
the trees in my mother’s yard
I matriculated to CU med.
And like a new mother
stocking a diaper bag
for every contingency,
I stuffed my temporal lobes
with the logia of body—
anatomy, physiology
pharmacology, pathology—
until somewhere between
abacavir and zygoma,
I forgot the sweet sweat of apple
blossoms on my fingers.
(First appeared in The Oak Bend Review)
