Ben Harstine, M4, Class of 2021
I speak behind a mask.
I smile with my eyes.
You nod and smile back.
I see it, I surmise.
I need the personal touch,
instead I keep my space.
You need relational warmth
instead of another blue face.
This mask may keep me safe,
or it may be iatrogenic.
My soul lacks connection –
No wonder many have depression.
Med Intima 