Do you hear me now? I’d change my angle to the phone receiver as if that would make the difference in your hearing. Your
earlobes were American pancake fleshy. The right had a recurrent
fester, a boil on the bottom right back that would swell yellow, a small
thimble of pressure until you’d ask me to get the needle and kleenexes
and lance it. It burst like a puffball, but these spores were a goo,
scent of abscess, sense of relief. But what our body injures, it needs.
It regrows. ground cherries – making a new pile for the soft ones