For my twenty-first birthday, I received a hip flask, a vibrator, and Type 1 diabetes. One present I used often, one I hardly touched, and the third, of course, used me.
No. No, no—no, I can’t have this on me all the time! No one has ever even seen me naked! Now they’ll be turned off when they do.
If. If they do.
What a waste of pristine skin, to have an adhesive circle slapped on my stomach 24/7. What a defect in my silhouette, to look like I keep a cell phone in each of my pants pockets.