Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Big Toe

Examination of my life has come down to
the large metatarsal bone on my right foot --
the fungal toenail I show her
that she previously noted
I would lose.

While it lay exposed one night,
elevated on the pillow amid
a king-size bed, she pried.
And like a jarred, package delivery chute,
it yielded its dry core.

Clipping wild, wayward shards
from petrified infusion,
tender bed of black and blue,
in my delicate disillusion
its impending departure left me wonder:
when it leaves,
what will become of me?

My other quandary:
what will protect but a shoe?

And yet, another reality:
imagining an investigating camera
panning away, silent,
with its backward, crab-walking crew,
unobtrusive, not wanting to be seen
documenting this life.

Journalists flee down our hallway
every night, shouting wrong house!
Wrong life.


7.4/5/6.21

Took me awhile to see if editing this was even worth the time.