Biopsies Need A Distraction

I can't look. The probe goes in And I concentrate on the ceiling. It doesn't really help, But I still can't look. U.S. politics - it saves the day. She probes, extracts, delivers the specimens, Checks the screen And repeats, As we talk U.S. politics throughout, A good distraction As I continue to scour the ceiling; I know every inch of it above me, As we discuss the campaign, The outcome, the madness of it all. Just a twinge on my part As she probes, extracts And repeats - Easier than the last time: We didn't discuss politics then. This time we did And thank God for it - And for the radiologist. A delight. (And how often can you say that About a biopsy - and the radiologist?!)