DAY
87: The Itch -- you go to your
doctor
who tells you you'll be
fine
as long as you don't scratch,
it's
a matter of life or death.
Don't
scratch that itch! -- it may
be
unbearable but do anything
to
avoid scratching, hand-cuff
yourself behind your back -- at home
you remember
that warning but it
itches
so bad, it's getting worse
--
an obsession, resist, I can't
yes
you can, excruciating, just
a
short soft scratch, more like
a rub, or else tear off the
skin
with a fork, don't do it, resist
the
urge, the natural urge
your
body communicating a
need,
a human need -- we are
not
machines -- you must
not
scratch! can you hold
out?
for how long? if you'll
scratch
sooner or later any-
way, you know ... everyone else
is scratching,
everyone else
takes
care of their business --
just
because it was a doctor
to
tell you, a second opinion
would
be logical, know how many
times
they're wrong, hell no,
I'm
scratching, don't! I can't
take
it anymore! you'll be sorry!
it
might turn out okay, no
guarantees,
life is short, have
some
fun, tomorrow we
may
all be gone -- go on
itch,
scratch, itch, scratch.
