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Thunder Sandwich #23 |
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Jason Fraley |
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Stories of My Body Masochism The fleshy keloid beside my left eye, a nose, flat except for the tip - each time I misspeak, long legs swing my feet everywhere except to my mouth. Genetic Humor Follicles uproot themselves from my temples, make a pilgrimage to my thighs, nose, and the skin around my belly-button. Mutation In the dorm's bathroom, a friend noticed I had seven abs. Laughing, I explained one was a deformed rib, but from the looks given by the girl with Eve's long hair, he guessed God had decided to prepare me for love. Two Reflections I always wanted to shave with dad when I was young, have the dull razor skim my foamed face like a skier, make me feel grown up. I ignored my reflection, fixated on his burly red beard, knowing some day I would have my very own. Now blood trickles down my neck, sharp blades unlike their childhood partners. It's my reflection and sideburns that preserves his auburn genes. Cream covers scars, youth stripped away, stubble to mark its passage. |