Within the span of a week, I’ve found two uniquely-positioned whiteheads.
The first one was on my upper thigh. The second one was right in the corner of my mouth.
But today, I’ve found another one — right under my lower lip. It’s swollen to the point that it’s turning red. It looks like I have a fat lip.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? A blister on my heel, most likely.
Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog. View all posts by Sally
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