scar_tissue raze it seems miraculous, almost, that this plywood plank could lose its coarseness and grow as smooth and benign as any quilt or coverlet through the simple misadventure of being left out too long in the unrelenting rain. how spotless we would be if fibrous flesh softened in the same way after being slept and wept on. 260203 ... Thumos there's a thin raise line where they cut in and desexed me. when i take a shower the line grows angry puffy full and stretched thin like the rotund faces of men playing dress up in their white coats who told me I wasn't old enough to know myself and what I wanted but i know this. this thin raised line is joy this scar tissue is a treasure I wept when they woke me. Concerned, the male_nurse asked "Why are you crying?" "i'm just so happy" I said. and i have been. I trace my fingers across the wound grateful for modern science grateful for the woman in a coat who said "yes." 260609 what's it to you? who go blather from