Rows and rows of charts on file
beyond translucent glass
tell her she’s one of many
not his one and only
Yet she disrobes on demand
disrobes in an exam room
large enough for him and her
and his approving nurse
She sits barely on fresh butcher paper
only a folded sheet to cover her
tender armpits to shaven knees
Near the sink a single file lies –
her name alone tabbed at the edge
He keeps this scrapbook of her submissions
recording every scraping, every lump
each bad cell and unchecked growth
every press of his gloved fingers
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Submission Name: At the Gynecologist's Office
