Out-Patients

Women stripped to the waist,
wrapped in blue,
we are a uniform edition
waiting to be read.

These plain covers suit us:
we’re inexplicit,
it’s not our style to advertise
our fearful narratives.

My turn. He reads my breasts
like braille, finding the lump
I knew was there. This is
the episode I could see coming -

although he’s reassuring,
doesn’t think it’s sinister
but just to be quite clear...
He’s taking over,

he’ll be the writer now,
the plot-master,
and I must wait
to read my next instalment