Technology and Medicine (Rafael Campo)

The transformation is complete. My eyes
Are microscopes and cathode X-ray tubes
In one, so I can see bacteria,
Your underwear, and even through to bones.
My hands are hypodermic needles, touch
Turned into blood: I need to know your salts
And chemistries, a kind of intimacy
That won’t bear pondering. It’s more than love,
More weird than ESP—my mouth, for instance,
So small and sharp, a dry computer chip
That never gets to kiss or taste or tell
A brief truth like “You’re beautiful,” or worse,
“You’re crying just like me; you are alive.”

Discussion Questions:

Is there a role of technology in intentionally distancing ourselves from patients?

Measurements and figures are often trusted as objective truths. What is the value in communicating subjective truths with the patient?

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