looking for Noelle’s vagina. Penises everywhere. Two boxes
of them. Barb, my manager at the UA Nursing department
has stated, rather seriously, that “We’ve lost
Noelle’s Vagina.” We need it for Tuesday. It is Monday. Panic.
I’m not very good at finding things. 90% of my job consists of
searching for miscellaneous objects. Fuck
that. 90% of my life is spent this way. IV poles. My
sanity. Urine bags. Identity. Needles. Not the right
size. One inch. Not two. Noelle is having a child
tomorrow the nursing students will watch a simulated
birth. Tomorrow, I will find your Penis. Your penis is smaller
than the ones in the boxes. I admit I’ve studied them. I admit
I’m disappointed. Noelle screams. It is 8:30am. I wonder who
will cut the umbilical cord. Barb is unhappy about my performance.
I’ve Spent the Summer Searching Through Boxes of Genitalia
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