The Unbecoming Beret
There is no suitable way
to wear a red beret
to a sexual health clinic.
Like a scarecrow at a crucifixion,
it makes a mockery of the blood
and crowning.
You go with the nurse in rubber shoes.
I wait with other men
and HPV posters.
I wince at the white smell,
fill in the paperwork
and tick for deliverance.