vivianimbriotis | Aug. 31, 2025, 4:20 a.m.
Bed one needs IV access
Bed two needs to poo
Bed three needs drained an abscess
Bed four needs the loo
Bed five's deliriously undressed
Bed six's lips a-turnin' blue
Bed seven needs more ondans
Else she gonna spew
Bed eight's "pain" is "chest"
Bed nine's an A in Child Pugh
How many beds am I covering?
Oh, one hundred and sixty two
Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.