Jacob

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,
I am not embarrassed about the holes in my shirt or the round scars on my face. You have taken care of my real humiliation. The part of me that worries constantly about going to the bathroom in public. The images of my mother playing with my hamster until it died. The moment when everyone but me decided to go roller blading. The time I wore a neckbrace to the grocery store and someone said, "would you like this in your cart?" and it was a vegetable. The time I called my ex-girlfriend crying and it turned out her number belonged to a bakery. When I blew out my speakers, broke a lamp, sat on a three legged chair, played the wrong keys on the piano, ate a jalapeno peper and pissed myself at thanksgiving. When a letter came in the mail and it said "You've been denied." When I realized I couldn't picture my own face even when I was looking in the mirror.
Now all I see are the holes.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
Jacob