My Pinky Toe Is Broken
Little brother,
you jerk:
remember when
you pushed me
to the side,
racing to your car?
And I fell
to the street,
cracking my right
foot on the
concrete.
Snap – broken.
You pushed me
and didn’t
look back.
Who does that?
Really,
I’m not angry.
Never was.
Because,
little brother,
the sweet
soreness of
my broken,
crooked,
swollen
pinky toe
will always
make me think
of you.
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