by Laura Toland
You lie naked, supine, exposed.
You consented to be so,
used for your body,
used by people who don’t even know your name,
but was this what you had imagined?
Surrounded by the dispassionateness of note taking and diagram labeling, there is no respect;
And it seems cruel,
that no one thought to remove the nail polish crowning
your curled grey fingers, chipped