Andrea Chin.

You may even cry at a counter where they’re trying to cook dinner,

Keep working, breathing, and forgiving yourself.

Bend, don’t break.

Chris Chang.

In this COVID-19 battle

I’m a bullet sponge 

for my patients’ surplus emotions.

Alicia Lamoureux.

I wonder what you are thinking

As you lie on your coveted over-stuffed pillow,

Taking your pre-bedtime nap beside the roaring pellet stove.

Tiffany Chen.

The patient returns a wry smile,

“I know, it’s crazy out there.”

My breath becomes hot behind the mask as the procedure drags on.

David Hatem.

Later,

She joined me,

Walking down the same hall again,

Checking,

“Is it okay to have a resident involved?”

TJ Lee.

Parts within me, they wither away

But a pattern persists in this spot that I stay

Christopher Lee.

In the end of you, of me,

does the we persist to be?

Henry Del Rosario.

Her eyes are loud. Her face so round; a pot about to boil over.

I conjure hope to her that this too will end