ULTRASOUND

Lipoma, lymphoma,

the cancer

and the KY

cold and slick

This is the closest I'll get

to looking for life

growing inside of me

The technician said a drunk lady showed up one day,

made the place stink of booze

then headed straight back out to the bar.

A shotgun ultrasound.

She wouldn't even remember she had gone

But might wonder at the clear smears

inside her shirt the next morning.

Or wonder, later that week,

who it is that would bother to call her on the phone

instead of texting.

The technician apologized for the colour of the gown.

I said it brought out my eyes.