My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Tuesday, December 6, 2016
short story nails
It's no longer for...
the big toe...
then the little toe..
(generally speaking)
I was just clipping my toe nails:
What's the routine for this?
when they wear holes in your socks?
I bet it's been three months
and I'm not saying their long
only life is short!
every 3 months
four times a year
40 times in ten years
that's what my Columbia central education calculates
80 times in 20 years
120 toe nail clippings in thirty years
160 for 40 years
and 200 times in 50 years
what if in your whole entire life
you only clipped your toe nails 200 times
sounds like a lot even still
that's only 50 Christmases
50 new years eve's
50 today's
even if it's the 200th time I've clipped my toe nails.
my socks still love me for it.
bob jenkens
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