Sometimes my Uncle Billy pulls up his shirt to show his scars
from years ago
when he had Necrotizing fasciitis,
the flesh eating disease
He lived in Lynchburg, Virginia
was flown to Charlottesville where they were better suited to treat him
my cousin stood by as the doctors told my Aunt Marcia
he wasn't going to make it
they burst into tears
my mom would go to church every night with my grandma
i remember sitting on her bed as she talked to me,
sobbing in the bathroom
Uncle Billy's scars stretch from his armpit down his side
reminding him of all the toxic tissue
reminding us all of what was removed
of how close we came to losing him.
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