you will never find me up in the club unless it is the sandwich
I played basketball with a plastic mask today. I was self-conscious about it and then someone called me Nose and after that I was okay.
I broke my nose and there is a “separated septum” floating around in my head. I’d like to imagine it in an anti-gravity state, bouncing off of my brain matter, then off my cheek bone—a sort of screensaver of cartilage and tissue.