Deconstructing my poetry: "The First Patch of Eczema"

an exercise in self-indulgence/peek into my writing brain

A couple months ago, a red patch appeared on my inner right wrist. It was bumpy and scaly, had a shine to it in certain lighting, and itched like the devil at night. I went to a dermatologist who confirmed it was eczema.

“I’ve never had eczema in my life,” I bristled, “how could this turn up now?” 

“Does anyone in your family have it?”

I thought of my mom …