Where does it hurt? asked the acupuncturist, and then placed the needles somewhere else.
It’s not that I have thick skin; I don’t. I just change skins often enough that names don’t stick.
So much of our lives are spent in caring for the dead — washing, drying, laying them out. Someday, when we too are dead, this will be our crowning glory: perfect hair at last!
It becomes evident with age that this parchment in which we live is being written on from both sides at once.