MY NERVES

MY NERVES are tickled up, the hairs that fill my body all tingly-tingly. I once put my hand on a hot plate, the red red coils spoke to me like a magnet. I have a hard puckered ridge on my palm, an arc, a keepsake of that day, a constant reminder. The medications work against me at times, but I’m glad you came, I like your dress, the way you do your hair now. Tell me about yourself, what you do every day, your name.

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