37 nights & counting
This morning I only shaved one leg.
No point in shaving the other, it won't see the light of day. Today, or next week or next month.
If only I could hide half my personality with a cast.
Scrape off the wretched hairyness of my flaws on one leg, and stride out into the world with it naked-baby-smooth.
Everyone's too polite to ask about the other, a shame because I'm dying to talk about its brokenness.
How the air left my body when it snapped, and the 37 nights I've spent dreaming of running.