I remember having sinus surgery, waking up and having my surgeon proudly announce he’d also (as if I’d won a prize) “shaved off that bump on your nose.” I looked at him and said, “Why did you do that? I liked that bump.” I did; it was the family bump, every one of my siblings had it. And now I don’t.
I haven’t thought of that in years, until I saw this performance piece. Here’s Katie Makkai, a veteran poetry slammer, defining the word “pretty” (via Maya):
The bump on your nose (gone) and the sausage pizza (gone) will have their say.