They Call Me Big Toe
They call me Big Toe he said.
He was tall, broad shouldered, handsome.
I looked at his shoes.
They were enormous, probably to provide for the big toe.
I wondered if it was both big toes or just one big toe.
I thought it would be too personal to ask,
So I kept my thoughts to myself.
Glad to meet you Big Toe, I said.
The other adults started laughing.
I am big Joe, he told me. Not big toe.
I stopped looking at his feet at this point,
and started wondering about my hearing.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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