I poked my husband, asking, "Please,
would you go shut the door for me?"
But he had fallen in deep sleep
as I was waiting nervously
for my surgery.

The nurses had taken my clothes
and nearly every thing I owned.
They gave to me a cotton gown
and it might have reached the ground--
if I stood at three-foot three;
but alas, there's more to me
than there ever was before.

A lady took my temperature,
so I indeed did ask of her:
"When you leave, please shut the door?"
I asked her what the gown was for...

"Modesty," she said, "and you're
messing up my readings girl--
close your mouth."
Then close the door!
I thought to myself grumpily.

She departed, and yep, you guessed--
once again, the door was left
open to the nurses desk
(all of them ignoring me)
I glared at them through my bare feet
and then? I bent my knees.

And so it was an orderly
who finally regarded me,
postured and composed was I,
a sideways smile between my thighs--

"Girrrrrrrrrl? Y'got yer 'goodies' out!"
"Ain't that what we're all about?"
She said there was no need to shout.
"All y'had to do was ask."
I simply smiled and said, "mah ass"
before she shut my door.

I like my privacy.