I had a careful doctor. He knew everything about medicine. I knew everything about my body.
"Here is the scalpel," he said, "Only you can make the delicate incision that will open your encapsulated sickness." So I took it. I waited with a shaking whiteness in my chest. The wholeness of my skin was the world's only protection. I made my incision, which was brutally deep. I had not known that even my elbows would be inside of me. It was 3 A.M. on a Thursday night and the sickness was grey and soft. I touched it gently with my hands, and looked up through red eyelashes at the empty waiting room. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
