Okay, I Said

God, I’m glad

that cystoscopy is over.

I didn’t know

what to expect

though I knew

it would be weird

to have a tiny video camera

slipped up my urethra

even after the nurse

deadened me

with lidocaine.

She chuckled

about the modesty wrap:

“Well, I’m gonna see.”

At least it covered me

so I didn’t have to look.

The lidocaine stung a little,

then took a minute to work.

The urologist came in.

“You can watch the screen

to see what I see,”

he offered.

“I’ll take your word

for what you see,”

I said.

In a moment:

“No tumors.

Just a red spot

from the radiation.

Let’s do another cysto

in six months

to be sure.”