Nude, arms spread, figuratively crucifying myself in front of the mirror, I can count each rib. One, two, three, et cetera. My skin dangles loosely from the bones. There is too much skin for this skeleton. I can trace the fine angled lines of my jaw, my shoulders. My pelvis. My hips poke out further than my cock. My last erection was twenty-two pounds ago.
My girlfriend thinks there's something wrong with me. Rather, she thought. Back when I had a girlfriend, thirty-four pounds ago
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