I do not like my knees they. Offend my sense of aesthetics. So. Jammed into my leg so. Unbony my knees belong on a FAT GIRL’S body I am. Fat. Really. Just look. Oh NO, I don’t mean really look— look. Past me please. Look into my. EYES into. Not the color of my eyes the brown that leads. There such a pedestrian. Soul I’ve got it my. Comfort ZONE here at the tip of my index finger LOOK. Just there, right there at the tip. NO! Not the cuticle but the whisper of fingernail that shows here at the end. That crescent. That moony sliver ah yes. That’s it. That’s the spot.