An Ode to the Other Toes
why can’t I move my other toes?
I will struggle and wiggle:
the big toe moves fine,
but the rest are noncommittal.
second to pinky toe are froze
together like unlearned words
cut off from the vine
of leaves eaten by baby birds
why do I have my other toes?
are they for moral support?
maybe they’re asleep
making sure to sell themselves short
so that if the moment arose
they could wiggle into place
to take a great leap
into the open depths of space
so this is to the other toes
who have to wait for their chance
to jump into time
an awkward man learning to dance
so that they can become unfroze
become sweaty in a sock
feel covered in grime
(they’d love it believe it or not)
© Copyright 2016 Patrick McBride. All rights reserved.
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