by Salena Casha Keith Markilie To maximize facial harmony, they ask from where you’d prefer to take the cartilage. Conservation of matter has a different look when it gleams in the surgeon’s scalpel. It strikes you as strange that your nose, which looked as bulbous and beaked as ever in the bus windows on your trip over, does not contain enough. Your hands touch your tank top just beneath your left breast. You recall, not fondly, the twinge of rib pressed into a yoga mat. Und