When it hit me: I’m a first year vet student

Entry, Foot in Mouth Disease
Terra Berardi, Ross

It hit me when formaldehyde,

began to smell like home.

It hit me while my brother was eating chicken,

and I proceeded to tell them about the muscles and bones.

It hit me when I acquired a million pets,

that I meant to only foster.

It hit me when I used words like “distal” and “proximal,”

to give driving directions to my father.

It hit me when I forgot,

what having a social life means.

It hit me when every study break involved,

the consumption of caffeine.

But it hit the most when I sat down,

to write this submission,

because it was a way of feeling productive,

while procrastinating on my study of nutrition.