Fresh Tits

Like me, the surgical nurse
is freckled,
chestnut hair, slim
in loose fitting
pink scrubs. He tucks
my curls under
a mint paper cap,
white tubes like vacuum hoses are
unraveled & assigned.
Screens beep
flash & wave. I am
a beige slab under
warm white blanket
staff shuffle in & out of
this cute curtained purgatory, puncture
my veins
with needles & with smiles
scoot me in to scrape away this malady
toss cancered flesh into the trash
like bruised avocados.