Danger in the Air

We assemble.
Respiratory therapist,
He booms,
Hold on…
I still need to…
And with our might
our patient’s face suddenly emerges.
Tube disconnects
Machine air abounds
I hold my breath.
In that moment we praise mask and shield.
Before I can blink,
our airy captain re-attaches the tube.
I exhale.

Chuma Obineme

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