Naked
When my body decided to get sick again,
six sinus infections since last birthday,
I marched into the best ENT specialist,
waiting room lined with Hollywood’s
finest stars begging for reasons why they
couldn’t reach the octave of the day before,
impatiently flipping through old magazines,
interrupted by cell phones ringing in unison.
I got the lead role, thanks for your inquiry,
want to go to Hawaii for the weekend? Susie
died. Funeral tomorrow. Allan’s away on business.
This doctor sucks. I have lunch with Ellen at noon.
Dad’s in the hospital. Freckles just had pups, want one?
My name is called. I shuffle behind the nurse,
my chart clasped to her chest like the baby
she might never have had, into the shoebox size room
packed with instruments I didn’t know,
despite three years of nursing school.
The suave, forty-something doctor,
released my X-rays from their sleeve,
and mounted them onto a screen.
He looked up through his sleek wire frames,
“You’re absolutely beautiful on the outside,
but a mess on the inside.” I wondered if
he was making a pass or soliciting
a surgical procedure and how many times
he repeated that line, loud enough for
the pedestrians five floors down to hear
this and the other truths about my battlefields—
three C-sections, knee surgery, twice a victim
of what strikes one in eight women, and reconstructed
organs of sensuality with tattoos to hide their truths.
Now I dodge doctors as one avoids the cones
at the scene of an accident, but I can’t dodge this one.
My voice is hoarse, my breathing is shot
and I envy those vacuous starlets in the
waiting room, listening to their chitter
chatter on cell phones. I sit in the exam room
before the surgeon tells me one more time,
something I need to do to hang onto my life,
but I’d rather be the person before the scalpel found me.
Copyright © Diana Raab | Year Posted 2006
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