Tangled in ivy
Oh boy, does it itch. The rash that makes otherwise rational fingers dance a zesty rendition of the Phalange mamba: poison ivy. Up until a week ago, I had never encountered the inflammation. Up until a week ago, I thought I was completely immune. Up until a week ago, I would have bet my right gonad that I would never get it. Now I'm just an itchy mofo with a lopsided crotch.

