IT ALL LOOKS NORMAL

I take this oddly pretty woman
to the doctor in my cab
and afterwards
when I take her home again
she has a big manila
envelope.

She takes pictures out
of the envelope and looks
at them.

What a trip
she says,
I got a colonoscopy
and they gave me
some pictures,
you want to
see?

Oh, well, I don’t...

But it’s too late
she puts one up in front of my
face
even though I’m driving
and I stare down into
the red fleshy tunnels
of her
and see the mucous gleaming
twisting down
and turning a corner
where the probe didn’t reach.

I push it away
in time to avoid rear-ending
the Volvo that brakes
fast in front of me
so as not to hit a little girl
chasing a blue ball
into the street.

It all looks
normal, she
says.

That’s good,
I say.

I drop her off
at her house
and watch her walk away,
somehow not
as attractive
as I had previously
thought.