this morning #1065.

this morning, with my medical insurance now intact, i’m finally going to get to the bottom of this mysterious splotch that’s been creepingly colonizing my back. i’m patiently sitting here in the waiting room of the dermatologist’s office. waiting. flipping through trashy mags. trying not to stare at the young black man sitting across from me with his visible vitiligo. finding an occasion for grace. knowing i definitely don’t have it as bad as him. for now, i can keep my discolored skin hidden beneath where no one can see. cover up completely. maybe they can give me some sort of cream, something to treat it before it takes over. i’d really hate for it to spread to my face.