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On
the whiteboard
I draw a stick figure for the class,
then balloon him out into a sausage figure.
They trust me, they don't ask.
'In our journey through life we accumulate many scars ... '
I mark with a cross the scars
on my skull, my face, my eyes, my ears,
my arms, my back, my stomach, my penis,
my scrotum, my legs, my feet.
All the time I am telling them
anecdotes.They listen. Wes pipes up:
Nothing wrong with your tongue. |
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