Exam
Hands shaking for no reason
Like I woke up lost
Cold and naked
I don’t sleep naked
Too many curves and cervices
Too many twists and curls
They examined me today
A woman
Elderly
Wrinkled to perfection
Every line
Born of small textbook print
Read by fluorescent light
In med school
Somewhere
Much colder than here
I wish she’d been a man
A man who dedicates his life work
To examining vaginas
Knows how to treat a lady
And never sounds like
Your grandmother
Or looks like her
Hopefully
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