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ONE DOCTOR LEADS TO THE NEXT

Today a nurse told me

my uterus felt large.

Can you imagine

sticking your fingers

in and determining

of that slickness

anything? It’s so fast

usually—the fingers in,

the pushes on the belly,

uterus, ovary, ovary,

done. Pronounced fine

or great or all good

here, one machine of my

many-machined body.

Sometimes a finger in

my anus too, another

angle, and I don’t know,

I’m a small woman

with a big ass arranged

on a table, so ok, just

ok. Find everything

small and positioned.

Find everything in what

I could not. Fingers up

there plenty and it feels

like when I dissected

a squid in middle school,

only, if it hadn’t been dead,

if it were strong. She

paused today. At the top

of my uterus she pressed

again and again.

Now I have to call for

an ultrasound for fibroids

that may have made

my uterus large. Broken

bell ringing in the body

I could’ve sworn

was made of gears.