callus raze i think it's growing — this rough knob of skin that crests from the summit of the dirtiest digit on my dominant hand. one faint circle the size of a thumbtack's thrust, betwixt distal phalange and hyponychium. i only know it's there when i press my thumb to the place the scar's been made. and i can't for the life of me think of what this flesh has touched to make it so, aside from the torn map of my own face. 221029 ... tender_square it's where a cigarette would rest if i still smoked. when it's angered, writing with a pen is difficult, the stylus puts pressure on the center. today, i took a mid-sized brush and spread white latex across a window's trim. maybe that act made the constant callus friable. there's now a split of skin and a crying cut bothered by air with days to go until its mended. 230218 what's it to you? who go blather from