arriving late, my clinic having run past 6 again, i realize i don't have cancer, don't have HIV, like them, these students, who are patients, who i lead in writing exercises, reading poems. For them,this isn't academic, it 's reality:i ask that they describe an object right in front of them, to make it come alive, and one writes about death, her death, as if by just imagining the softness of its skin its painting rush into her lap, that she might tame it; one observes instead the love 💖he lost, he's there besides him in his gown👗 and wheelchair. together finally again... i take a good ,long breath were quite as new born The little conference room grows warm,and right before my eyes, i see that What I thought unspeakable was more than this, was hope ©twinkle mishra #worldaidsday2020 #WorldAidsDay
