i didn't know the name of the
nurse who plunged her fingers in,
her pointer and her middle,
curled upward to feel the breath
of my cervix, it's nervous habit of
sweating upon exposure bringing
sweat to my flesh as well, and i meant to ask
before she guided the speculum down,
down into my swollen bashful self,
but before my mouth could open i felt the
cold fingers of my hasty lover
clash against the warmth i harbored deep
inside, and i bit my tongue
as he withdrew himself, and the
nurse told me i looked
fine.


but my gynocologist is a wonderful lady.