by PJ Sauerteig
From my stretcher, I look up into the frantic faces of the operating room, and I can feel the onset of an artificial sleep. Flocked by nurses, the masked surgeon opens a book--Migratory Birds of North America—and traces the words with his finger, mumbling along. There is great anxiety in his eyes, as if this is the first time he’s ever opened the book; as if it’s written in a language he used to know.
PJ Sauerteig is currently finishing his undergraduate studies at Columbia University, where he studies Creative Writing and Psychology. He’s originally from Fort Wayne, Indiana, and his bucolic upbringing remains a central influence on his writing. His poetry has been published in numerous campus publications. He believes that Whitman is inarguably the great American poet, not Dickinson, and he will fight any nonbelievers. He never quite knows how to conclude author bio’s.