Anaesthesia by Noemi Spinazzi

Lights dimmed,
bright bleaching spotlight
reflecting off glitter and sweat.
Perfect silence,
breaths held:
the magician saws his assistant in half.

When the endotracheal tube comes out,
and the patient wakes up from a drug-induced coma,
I gasp in awe.
The magician’s assistant
emerges from the wooden case unharmed.

The elusive difference
between medicine and magic…

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