ODE to MY Left Foot’s Big Toe Hangnail
Pinching outward painfully,
Encroaching on surrounding skin.
Biting harder, sharper into flesh each day,
With every step I take.
I gape and am astounded
By the rate of growth, and,
No less, audacity of that feisty keratin
To extend and conquer.
Moving further eastward every
Moment I don’t happen to be watching.
Burrowing itself further away from its origin,
And closer to the core of its host.
How far will it go?