Slightly upturned nose
Gummy smile, vanishing top lip
Mostly even teeth
No wisdom teeth
Top of left breast, faded birthmark (my left,
not yours. It’s my breast, after all)
Moles, lots
Weird lump on left knee, outer quadrant
(possibly also on right knee or so my doctor says)
Lump on back of right hand, where the bones for
forefinger and thumb meet
Junk in trunk
Claw-like big toes (turned up at the end)
Enormous earlobes, pierced once each
Mid-length to long hair
5’8 or 5’9
Long torso, short legs
Not fair, but not far off
I always thought that, had I been an 18th
century gentleman, people might have complimented me on my well-turned calves.
Oh that reminds me: when I had my wisdom teeth
removed, they put me under IV sedation.
I have some very odd memories of being told “You need to be quiet now so
we can get in your mouth” and being disconcerted. Had I REALLY just told them completely inappropriate
information, while people were hovering over my open gob? When I came to, P was there. He took me home in a cab and felt like he was
being pegged by bystanders as a daytime date rapist wielding rohypnol. I called my mother from the cab: “You’ve got
to try this stuff! It’s AH-MAZING”.
Three hours later, I didn’t feel quite so well (or high.) P made me mashed potatoes. It went downhill from there.
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