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Help You By Fae Kayarian The exam room is cold and sterile, barren You sit there, shaking or panting, sobbing And I come to your side, put my pen down, lab coat away How can I help you, how can I help you?   Last night, I needed help too. I saw babies who never lived, parents who never held. There were wounded men never healed, scars cut short of forming. Last night, I looked at myself and couldn’t see myself. All I saw were starved bodies, lacerated wrists ghosts of people. How can I help you when I can’t even help myself?   I see it in the others too, in their faces their mouths. The way surgeons scrub in, nurses talk, techs take vitals. Gloved hands reach out to us, dripping and unraveling. We accept those hands with our own bleeding fingers. We are broken as we fix the broken. Fae Kayarian resides in Boston, Massachusetts where she   is an undergraduate student enrolled in the Behavioral Forgive me, but I must ask: Neuroscience program at Northeastern University. She How can I help you is also a clinical research student at the Berenson-Allen and help myself too? Center for Noninvasive Brain Stimulation at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, a teaching hospital of Har- vard Medical School. In her free time, she loves to bike in Boston rush hour traffic, hammock along the Charles River Esplanade and explore city sushi venues in the endless search for Boston’s best maki roll. 51