Watershed
I made him check my nose first.
I was worried I’d made holes inside it where there should be no holes
and that my nose was going to collapse like that of some heiress
I once saw on the cover of a magazine while I stood in line to pay at Wal-Mart.
(Oh, how I wished I was some heiress.
With enough money to destroy and rebuild a nose until there was no cartilage left.)
The nose thing was really my number one worry,
that and money
and the midterms I was missing
and all the other work I had not done all year,
because I had mono that year.
He said it would be fine,
it was just really inflamed.
He said I had a long road head of me.
I thought, “Yeah, whatever. You don’t know me.”
He knew me better than I knew myself then.
He saw about 3.3 dozen of me’s everyday.
He knew me pretty damn well
and he knew exactly what I was thinking
and he knew I was wrong.
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