Art + Medicine

(gentle music) The air is fresh this morning, and I am walking fast. Hey, listen, my bones are happy inside my skin. My fingers are snapping, so I add a step or two, a skip, step, step, and step aside. I can almost forget that I have what I have, but I never do. I notice the wind shaking hands with the branches, the sky threading blue through my eyes. This is how I'd like you to remember me, from the inside out, back when my heart was folded so neatly under my ribs.