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Standing in second position
Rib cage lifted, shoulders dropped and open
I breathe, stare straight ahead, and slowly tense my legs,
Rising up on my toes.
I’m steady. I’m solid.
I can move my neck, looking around.
I won’t fall for you.
The project, lovingly dubbed "Operation Toasty Toes," is
A catalog of llama gifts, llama jewelry,
llama crafts, stuffed llamas,
and llama collectibles.
The Other Economic Summit, TOES USA
TOES are held in parallel with,
and as alternatives...
Welcome To Tartan Toes!
All language above cribbed from first screen of google results for toes.
He'll pick up the toes from the second hand market,
on a wednesday; haggle over the price,
complain about the magenta nail varnish,
finally agree to a figure that is less
than the asking, more than he thought he'd
have to pay.
They'll wrap them in tissue and bubblewrap,
and he'll stow these
in his rucksack, slowly limp home.
Later, when the expectation is too much,
he'll carefully unwrap them. They're beautiful,
these toes
and he'll spend too many minutes singing
nursery rhymes to them.
Finally, he'll just throw them in the bin.
In his journal,
he'll describe each of them as characters in his
life. This one knew too much; you could tell
the difference between the twins if
you knew them well enough; she mothers
the little ones
like they were her own.
It's enough, but only just so. One week later,
he'll go to the bank, withdraw some money,
limp into the second hand market,
buy some more toes.
Tired men with sandwich bags for shoes lay
Pissing, their dicks passed out through holes in old
Work pants. January, they say, is cold --
It's warm enough for open toes today.
Everyone's a winner, but if pressed to reveal my favorites they would be:
Hugh Janus's, safetyfork's, seanyboy's, and Eideteker's "My Toes Each Have a Name".
I have been bitten by many things
dry raspy tongued snails
and ninja silent leeches
but none so weird
as the mountain stream fish
that nibbled at the fold between my toes
on that sunny day
and thats all that remains-
this mini memory
to tie me to a foreign past.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
