When I was so ill in June, the raccoon rings around my eyes, those white blue shadows that ring my eyes, spread down to my cheeks, mainly on the left side. As if I have been marked by the plague.
But I see it as a sign of a survivor. I survived that.
Like some tribal ancient marking.
Like I was in the desert, just as I was in the wilderness.
And maybe it is just vitiligo? Maybe that is what I have had all along.
And then at 42 it would spread after a plague episode?
My grandmother Nancy had vitiligo.
And so did the man who came to wash the windows and make our glass shine like it wasn't there at all.
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