Mammogram

She says,

”Don’t move your arm.

It’s a woman’s nature to want

to help. But I’ll adjust it.”

 

I say,

”Sorry, I’m sorry.”

 

The huge plastic frame clamps down

on my right breast

as I realize

I tried to help

and I apologized

two of the “feminine”

stereotyped behaviors

both celebrated

and criticized,

loved and hated.

 

My breasts are big and soft.

They have never

nursed a child.

 

Yet still,

I blame them.

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