“Digitation Blues” by Richard Taylor

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You are my broke toe
which can’t be set—
no band-aid, splint,
no easy pill to swallow
but time’s slow fix,
this ragged knit of bone
and cartilage and shadow
till the hair-line cracks
that craze my old porcelain
mend, not whole but stronger,
misshapen maybe, baby—
yes, scarred, but healed
enough to ease this mizry,
to shake this forever limp.

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