They operated on my foot today,

Removing glass that thought to stay.

Then they say it wasn’t glass,

Which made me think of a winsome lass.

(It was dark and we had been skinny-dipping,

Our young bodies battling the chill with our

Overheated passion.

As she turned her bike to ride away,

She ran over my foot, breaking a small bone.

I can’t remember why or what we argued about,

But will always remember her.  And the diagnosis

Of hyperkeratosis…)

05/02/2018