Tuesday, March 15, 2011

If I could turn back time

I unfold my plastic lawn chair in the uncut grass
of my backyard
and turn the radio to rock and roll

It is summer and the sun is at high noon
I smooth the baby oil
across my body until it
glistens with wetness

and lie back
inviting the sun to
burn me brown

I take my place upon the examining table
the paper rustles under me as I
smooth the blue robe across my legs

It is winter and cold outside
the doctor swabs my skin
and injects the needle
before she cuts

and I lie back
giving a shiver
in the cold room
missing the mom gene