July 9th, 2019

attention please

worktable still life

that one time i briefly deluded myself into believing i could handle the IUD insertion procedure and sat asking informed questions of a planned parenthood clinician and thought the conversation was going pretty damn well until suddenly she was jumping up and guiding me to the exam table so i could lie down with a washcloth on my forehead until the fainting cold sweat passed: i took every brochure they gave me but started coming to terms with the reality that this was yet another option my trauma history had stripped me of, at least i did once i was finally able to walk out the door. damn. in the lobby, there was a big wicker basket of condoms. i took two, i'm not exactly sure why. seemed like they could be useful. now, the expired (april 2019) "whelp, won't be getting an IUD!" day condoms will be used for art, but i haven't figured out the rest of the piece. in the meantime, i'd love to see some one sentence stories about this scene. go for it. i dare you.