Journal of Medical Humanities

, Volume 33, Issue 4, pp 297–297 | Cite as

Because You’re Supposed To


I smell of bedpans and stool

And the lunch I threw up in my bed a moment ago.

When you try to bathe me, I writhe and scratch and hit.

I say terrible things.

I hate you for the color of your scrubs and your gloves and your skin.

Love me.

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Authors and Affiliations

  1. 1.Northeast Ohio Medical UniversityRootstownUSA

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