It will be like a guidewire
Clear, straight path to follow
Since we are all of the same caliber.

But no!
Blood clots mistakes sharp turns extra branches atypical anatomy
Who said all the bodies were the same?
Lies.
You will bend until there is cursing
And still you will get stuck
And break
And none of it is your fault
For there is a system which must fit everybody
And by fitting everyone, nobody fits perfectly.
No patients
No physicians
No students
They call us learners but we are all learners
We are all broken behind the guidewire
Covered in blood.