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Writer's pictureShane Gannaway

3/2/2023

breaking a toe sometime after midnight

and not waking up. problem is,


my body keeps squirming in sleep. limbs writhe,

hands shift, feet wriggle. the wound is exacerbated.


it's not a bit. I hobble now. I'll hobble till I'm better,

I suppose. cheap metal cane at my side

you can hear me coming. metal clicks and rubber

thuds on linoleum, treated wood, carpet.


I'm a pain pill popper now. I don't dare go to the doctor. 

let it heal on its own. like I did with the hand. 


after some time has flown, maybe everything will be grand. 

I'll go into work and take a bow; ready to be the good proctor. 

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