Here Are My Hands

I don't know what to say.

I'm so unprotected here. Like my guts are all lying out on the table for your sticks and metal rods to poke into.

So. . . I'm a sucker for--. . . I hate the way I want your arms to bend at the elbow, like so--. . . I'm going to the doctor's, later today.

We'll see what the diagnosis is.