a familiar emergency room pain
but i ignored it and smiled cheerily to my classmates: a sea of white labcoats
in the yellow vintage lighting of our department
the walls rife with displays on semi creative posterboard
it smells of paul mitchell, perms, recovery and stale hope
we are on the cusp of what we were meant ( or not) to do with our lives
standing in my 16 hr insoles I can feel the linoleum floor, each tiny hair sticking to my soles, my soul,
i am breathing in the dust from the ventilation system, and it feels like home.
