Tending to my Ankles

I am not tall enough
to look in that mirror
the last time we fought,
I was dead wrong.
my spots came back
the last time we fought
and he rubbed cream on them
for cell reduction
he joked that he was trying
to make me disappear,
cell by cell
he kissed my skin
and teased that he felt
his lips shrinking
I promised to make
an appointment
with my therapist
I’m more concerned, he said,
about your psoriasis
that said, he amended
I still think you’re perfect.

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