From WHEN YOU LEAVE
The drugs were supposed to dull the feeling, a pharmaceutical shock absorber creating a buffer between what I could see and what I could feel. But even through my fuzzy medicated haze I was fully aware that on either side of me four strangers stood fixated, their eyes following his steady hands as they slowly moved in the direction of my belly button, then stopped and reversed course. The only thing worse than the four sets of eyes riveted on my exposed skin were the two people standing behind them holding hands. My mom and dad.