And so, we ponder the mysteries
of body and soul, the medical arts,
blood pressure, pulse, the body parts
(labeled with another’s name)
We wonder, who is she
who intrudes on the charts
who lubs dubs with my mother’s heart–
the mysterious Susan C.
the student who once threw a roll,
or was it she on the grassy knoll?
What is or was her fate?
(Did they need to operate?)
Let’s Google her, we say.
Is it her, or her, or her?
Which woman there would we prefer?
It doesn’t matter, either way.
Why won’t her name disappear?
Is she a Russian spy?
Why? Why? Why
is her name so clear, so near
to erasing it—persevere, we will.
There! All set.
No. Sigh. Not yet.
(Do you think she’ll pay the bill.)
I don’t want to go into details or give the woman’s full name, but there was another woman’s name associated with some of my mom’s medical records, and we could not get rid of it. But we got a little silly with wondering who she was. If interested, you can read my more serious post here.