Monica:
It was after you left, a Friday.
I took a ride to the Lower East Side of this city
A big yellow taxi down to Delancier Drive
I found the address of a clinic, cynically bit my tongue
With this feeling of yearning was not what I planned
I took tentative steps
I never taken such tentative steps before
I remember that nurse answering the door
Her name tag said Abigail. She showed me into a cold white room with a handshake smile.
"Take off your clothes," she said. Put on this robe, pee in this cup,
fill out this form. Make yourself comfortable.
