Check my knees check my fingernails check my nose check my veins, spidering and varicose, check my ear: see that it’s to the speaker’s mouth. Check the smallness of my scale check the  mousy-brown roots of my hair check my jokes check my obsession. Check my air guitar check my bottom teeth my posture my running equally towards and from. Check my wingspan and my flight patterns and the worms that I find and the ones that find me.

Check to see my father there, so much the same but so much the better. Postscriptly check the above masterpiece. Dad, age 52. MS on Paint. I have been updated that my mother has banned the further e-dispersal of these such works in an attempt to thwart any fledgling thoughts among family that my father is going crazy. Fortunately, the artist and I have agreed to continue the exchange, no matter how black the market may get.