I have done it again.  

One year in every ten  

I manage it——

A sort of walking miracle, my skin  

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,  

My right foot

A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine  

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin  

O my enemy.  

Do I terrify?——

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