Surgeon: patient?

Medic: It's a voice trapped in the telephone

the comfort of a dialtone

the sex that makes a house a home

the strength it takes to die alone

Surgeon: symptoms?

Medic: She speaks to me in heart attacks

the language of a love that lasts

the vowels of an arching back

the value of a photograph

Surgeon: I'm afraid that there's no cure for that