women
for a while
they'll finally text or call
you and tell
you that they had to go in
for a procedure,
but everything is okay now.
and i'm just resting.
they don't tell you what
the procedure is,
but say,
please don't worry about me,
i'll be fine.
you're afraid to ask
which hemisphere of the body
the procedure took place,
or what it might be.
you scroll through your
mind for the possibilities,
starting with the head
and working down
to the feet.
it could be anything, this
procedure.
you want to ask her,
trying to narrow it down,
is there
bleeding involved. are you
limping,
can you bend over,
or go up a flight of stairs.
can you lift your arms over
your head,
stand on a chair and shake em?
should i cancel
our date at motel six
on saturday?
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