Little love pieces
of Hanoi keep working out
for forty-six years.*
*(In just under a month I celebrate the time I had an early wake-up in Quang Nam Province of Vietnam (December 9, 1970) during which time I acquired much miniscule minor shards of shrapnel which over time have bedeviled their way to my epidermis. It is nothing like what the Naval Corpsman prized out of my left forearm – a piece the size of a BB on a diet remains there – and my left shoulderblade, but the one I most would have liked to keep was the long sliver embedded in my nose’s left side, extending far enough to tickle my upper eyelash when I blinked. The quandary: should I keep the BB – is has moved almost three inches closer to my elbow in the intervening years – or should I have it excised and with its cystic covering intact set as a charm on a chain?)
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