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Mar 2012
He uses a precision scalpel to set aside the skin and bone
(which had been in the way)
so that I can have the Look
I mean, it's never good enough but at least it's closer
Closer
The surgical technician sews me up
black wire sutures across my left side,
the surrounding skin all red with irritation.
"Can I keep it?" I ask of the removed bone
Of course, he does say,
It is yours
Anyway

Ten procedures in one day
I look like a new kind of human
a so-called 'superhuman'
modernistic Captain America maybe.
Surgery can cover up most anything they say
Except my giant bony dolphin hands
They will forever identify me...
dj
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