Inside Information

Posted on September 20, 2004 in Health

The bruises appeared yesterday, like ragged alto-stratus clouds purpled by the vanished sun at twilight. Underneath those and underneath the stubble trying to grow back into a forest is a collagen sponge, which, in the drawings handed to me by my nurse, looks like a skewered marshmallow. This will remain inside of me, holding the hole in the artery closed while the mindless masons of my body repair the breech in my arterial wall. I feel nothing except a little soreness where the bruises drift and itching from the work of the razor.