Diana Raab

PLAYING DOCTOR

Behind the curtains of your childhood

are hidden games and fantasies

that you walk with into adulthood,

like the times when you play doctor

with Cindy, in her dark basement.

 

Once a week after school,

she invites you for lemonade—

code for mutual sexual exploration.

 

Shirts left on, pants and undies

tossed to the floor,

Cindy opens a kit of tools

collected from her parent’s bar.

 

There are ice grabbers,

shot glasses, stirrers and ice cubes.

She uses the small end of a shot glass

to enter you, and mixer to pat your clit.

 

With the grabbers she pulls your labia

in different directions. Once, she

puts an ice cube inside you—

you tell her you don’t like that.

 

You take turns lying on the red vinyl settee

playing doctor and patient.

The doctor: dominant; the patient: surrenders.

 

You both explore labias, clits and vaginas.

You talk dirty about touching yourselves

at night, alone in the dark,

and how good it feels.

You teach one another

what feels good.

 

One day she tries to hurt you

by pulling your nipple with a grabber.

Stop! you say, but she tells you to shut up,

holds you down with one hand,

fingers you with the other, until you cum.

 

When it’s your turn to touch her,

Cindy tells you she likes it;

after a few minutes of writhing,

she makes a sound you’d never heard before.

 

You played doctor every week

for a year, until the day someone

opens the basement door

and starts walking downstairs.

 

“What’s going on?” Cindy’s mother asks.

 

You still remember her smell,

a tangy odor mixed with secretions.

 

Once you asked your mother why girls’

underwear smells funny.

 

Vagina’s need to breathe, she said.

Diana Raab, MFA, PhD is a poet, memoirist, blogger, and award-winning author of ten books, including four poetry collections, including her latest, Lust. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily, Thrive Global and many others... Full Profile