for Vivek Talwar, M.D.
The way he held you,
laid you back on the examination table
slowly, like a mother cribside
putting the baby down for a nap,
made something new happen.
You had been dizzy with a vertigo
that had no name, no passage
except the spinning . . .
–excerpt from “Doctor” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in The Cape Rock.