i smashed my fingers with a hammer and then couldn't get the other hand.
i carved your name into the bottom of my foot. i din't want anyone else to ever see it. i was bedridden for nearly two weeks. i thought i would have to amputate it. i wanted to amputate it. i thoguht that maybe if i got it out of my body, physically, it would go away. like exorcising. like throwing away the trash, i'd put you out of my life with the sacrifice of a limb. i was willing to do it. but then i wondered if it would work and realized that i wanted to be driven mad by you every night and day, that i wanted still to put my mouth on your breasts in my dreams and think about your feet, those claws you called toes, and i couldn't do it. now i have the scar you always wanted to leave on me. one that can be seen somewhere except behind the eyes. i have to use the washroom, excuse me.