river rat: space bar
infection under the nails
made chewing them impossible.
each thumb grew hammer-thick,
clubs pounding the long key all day, every day.
my doctor patted me on the head,
gave me cuticle scissors,
a beer,
and set the alarm for 4:30.
hammers throb when filled with blood
and nails bend when hit sideways.
dad's dad's dad taught him a saying:
if you bend one over, your dick's still growing.
i'll write more later, soon.
but for now there is a draining
and a weeping
and two clots dried on my space bar.
