Unlady Like

They asked me to be ten minutes early
To my appointment,
So I made sure that I was ten minutes late,
Which didn't make a difference because
The doctor couldn't explore me until 
Twenty minutes later. 

The clock ticks and I play Tetris,
I watch the pregnant lady bob along,
As I clear a few rows. 
I politely ask, "how far along are you?" 
Trying to be conversational,
Trying to care about 
That new thing sprouting in her
Uterus,

Covered by the overpriced
Maternity clothing she probably bought
From an all maternity clothing store,
In Beachwood,
Where she entered through Saks,
And the security officer did not look at her
With questionable eyes, like he did
Me,

When I showed up not pregnant,
Not in maternity clothes,
But in my pajamas,
And my broken purse holding
Insufficient cash for anything surrounding
The officer,
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And birth control, a doctor’s order,
To prevent not only the purchase of maternity clothing,
As some seem to believe,
But also, that which marks me as woman,
And its cramps,
But I apologize,
Now I’m trying to get you to care.