her shark bite
versus my bee sting.
her psoriasis, versus
my poison oak.
the thumb she dislocated,
versus the bruise on my
stubbed toe.
she points to the spot
on her neck where she had
a tracheotomy,
i show her my thumbnail
where i bit it down
to the cuticle, now red.
she twists her arm
around to show me
that she's doubled jointed.
i show her that i can
hold my breath
for almost a minute.
so what about the heart,
i ask her,
and she says, let's not
go there yet.
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