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Amputee
My two best friends
met some ladies.
I was happy for them.
A few years later
I noticed
my index and second finger
were missing.
A warehouse co-worker and I
had gotten close
during our work history.
Then his mother died
and left him an inheritance.
Suddenly,
my thumb was gone.
I got to know a gal,
smart, funny, a loving
people person.
She shot herself.
I have found myself
staying at home more.
I keep my hands in my pockets.
That way you can't tell
which one is missing.
But then,
Who really gives a rats' ass.
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did you know that these regrow? they will look and feel different--maybe a different color or shape--they will have different sensitivities. but they will serve you well, as you will them. it's not over. step into the current. get washed away in the whitewater. it's the only way to fly.
The imagery is powerful though. A lot of attempts to end a piece in sardonic wit are trite or overdone but this entire thing flows from start to finish without a hitch.
I like it alot.
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