I can't find the spot
we need
to scrape off the top of your
head
the doctors tells
me, holding a light
on my smooth dome.
she looks at the picture
on the monitor,
goes back to my
scalp.
where about was it?
she asks,
I point. I shrug.
I don't know, I tell
her.
somewhere up there.
I can't scrap if I don't
see anything she says.
what else you got?
I point at two spots
on my back that itch like
crazy.
she takes out her freezer
gun
and blasts them
away.
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