Stuck
Inside this tiny waiting room – of course -
I WAIT! That’s why it’s called a waiting room!
What kind of a physician would endorse
a space this small? It’s like I’m in a womb!
How fitting, since the doctor I will see
will have me lie back with my legs spread wide
so he can check that private part of me
no longer private since I’ve been a bride!
No magazines to read. What should I do?
Pretend I’m IN a womb and suck my thumb?
What if I'm pregnant? I can only stew
the longer that I sit here growing glum.
Stuck with a kid? Has it now come to this?
Just one month wed! What of marital bliss?
Sept. 24, 2017 for the Stuck Poetry Contest of Sara Kendrick
(Because of this topic, please realize, folks, this is just fiction! I was never displeased with my pregnancies. Also, I couldn't get pregnant now if I wanted to!! and I DO hate being stuck in tiny rooms with nothing to do!)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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