Elucidating Questions

I know my body better than you do

I sit across from a doctor

Hoping this time something will be visible

Hoping this time it’s not just pain

Hoping there will be a cure this time

A pill to fix it

A surgery to fix it

I’ve turned into my mother

The doctor gets that conspiratorial look

Slides over

You’re probably right

I don’t want to be right

I want you to tell me I’m wrong and I want you to tell me how to fix it

But I’m probably right

Because I know my body

I’m only ever right when it doesn’t benefit me.