two nights ago i peeled a thick callous off the side of my thumb, fingering it i looked down at my puppy who thought i had some treat. anything in my hands i would hold that close to my face translates to forbidden, therefore delicious. smiling i held it out to her and watched her lap it up, chew once, and swallow dryly. i took a shower, and having only a mens disposable razor, knicked my skin juvenilely. i sat in a towel, flipping channels and looked down to see my puppy licking at my skin, moving from one cut to the other, bright, fresh blood on her tongue.