~
The first--
and only--
man I ever spread
my legs for is my
prehistoric-old urologist.
Before he takes his leave,
he instructs me to
take off my shorts and my panties,
lie down on the examination table,
then cover up beneath the white, papery sheet.
How every many minutes later,
he knocks on the door
to signal his re-entry.
A nurse accompanies him
back into the room.
Rubber gloves snap into place--
I flinch.
The doctor begins his examination,
presses down on my abdomen, which,
due to a late-night carb binge,
is hard, stomach flab unyielding.
Next,
I am told to place my feet
up on the stirrups.
"You can keep your shoes on,"
he reassures me.
As if a pair of flip flops are relevant
as he pulls apart the intimate folds of my flesh,
his latexed fingers sinking inside of me.
I close my eyes and
pretend I am not here at all.
And even though
I realize he is only
doing his job,
I can't help but muse--
I wish God was a woman
I wish God was a woman
I wish God was a woman.
I wish God was a woman.
Image Source:
Billie Eilish Bury a Friend gif (n.d.). [image] Available at: https://gfycat.com/gifs/search/eilish [Accessed 17 Jun. 2019].
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