vein

i suffer in beauty, not in pain, from a hideous varicose vein on my left leg. it looks like a blue knotted rope, or if you are poetically inclined, like a big blue fist defiantly raised in opposition to the tyranny of capitalism...on my calf. i've had it since i was a pre-teen. i accept it as a constant reminder that i am only perfect to my mother and obviously repulsive deformities are in her definition of perfection. she's really something. i've got to get her that lighthouse.