I wonder what it is my doctor reads. I’ve never really wondered before but now that I’m here and we have a little time between us, I’m trying to distract myself. I don’t go to the doctors often, only when I’m sick – and by sick I mean only when in pain or when I feel like time or plasters won’t see the thing pass. This time she is investigating my rectum. I noticed a lump while shaving. If it had been there for a while, I couldn’t answer her. It never pained or smarted. It was only when I lowered the razor to trim around that area – anticipating sex - that I became aware of its existence. For some reason I don’t want her to read the things I do. I hope she reads something flighty just to tell people she reads. I hope she plays tennis in her spare time.
Gareth Fox
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