Hello, my childhood friend.

Hello, my childhood friend.

A little girl slips on some gravel and strikes the back of her head against a rock. The gash requires stitches and her hair is shaved over the spot. The kids make fun of her and call her Frankenstein but she likes the attention. She is proud of the event.

Fifty-seven years later the woman gets cancer, it doesn’t matter which kind. The chemotherapy makes her hair fall out. She raises a mirror to the back of her head and sees the scar for the first time clearly. The scar draws a thread across time and her life becomes one thing. She feels alright.

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cat I’ll keep this simple
you’ve got one life to live and it’s short
yes I’ll open the door for you

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I imagine a bubble trailing
after the wave which is receding
the wave moves faster than the
film of water it leaves behind
the water protects the bubble from the sand
and the bubble slides back to sea
but will never make it, it snags on a ragged grain
the skin breaks
and it’s gone