ostensibly shingles

documenting any of my illnesses or afflictions
preferably as graphic and gross as possible

when gideon was done yelling at me i left and ran up the steps with my fists in my front hoodie pocket and i tripped.

and i fell with my fists in my front hoodie pocket.

and no one was around because i was in the basement of the performing arts center.

now i’m beginning to get the bruise.