Wednesday, April 13, 2011

RIP Tully, Poem, Planned Parenthood

Hey ho there! Sad news: One of my family dogs, Tully, is really sick and we have to have her put down. I'm taking the bus down to DC tomorrow morning to spend some QT with the fam. I found out during work, too, which sucked. 

In other news, I went to Planned Parenthood this morning for a routine exam. Lemme just say: thank the magic sky people for those folks. I didn't have to pay anything (whoo low income! No, wait....) and I got 2 months of birth control. Hooray! I did have to wait a long time, but I was at the busiest one in the city, apparently the Bronx PP is much quicker. But an overheard exchange inspired this new poem.
Having this experience validates my rage against those who want it de-funded. They provide crucial health services. If there are other place that do this with the efficacy and conscientiousness of the PP staff, point them out, please. While my Catholic-conservative shaped mind recoils a little at the thought of suckling at the government teat  (I qualified for Medicaid, which covers OB/GYN), I was able to procure services (crucial ones) that I would not otherwise be able to. I may write about this more in depth later.

"Cecily" 4.13.11

Hello, how are you today?
Can you tell how many times I've rehearsed this?
"Hello, my name is,"
Reversed this
custom anyway I can
Turn it upside down,
invert it above the altar
to try and make it less demeaning?
Modern ritual
No one means it any more
Than they mean
"Have a nice day"
It is sacred and crass
in its ubiquity 
One day I'll stop
And tear their institution down
One day I'll stop 
And spit on their stone idols of false faces
One day I'll stop
And burn their propaganda till it's more fine than dust
One day I'll stop.


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