unregistered nurse,
but
i didn't care.
she looked good in
white.
her red cross hat
tilted on
her nest of brown hair,
the stethoscope
around her slender neck.
she knew
anatomy
like the back of her
hand.
she knew
how to smooth
down a bandage
and wrap
a wound.
she gave me CPR
whenever
i needed it.
mouth to mouth
resuscitation
too was one of her
attributes,
French style.
yes, oh yes, she
had a bedside manner
like no
registered nurse
i'd ever met.
unlicensed, but who
cared.
i was healed and healed
again,
she was the cure,
for whatever ailed me.
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