The frizzy-haired physician
sitting cross-legged on the
examination table while I
sit in a chair, tells me that
women are lunar creatures.
And I imagine women circling
the earth, unable to break away
from its pull. Having no light
of their own, they reflect. . .
And throughout the month their size
fluctuates from full to a slim crescent.
The woman glares and
asks me incredulously,
Just what, exactly, don’t you understand?