So many headlines. And yet no
toecurves.
No toecurves to mark your death.
No toecurves to highlight,
to underscore,
to emphasize,
to bring to attention,
to show,
what you’ve achieved, man’s liberation,
woman’s liberation, my birthday,
your birthday - no toecurves.

But if there were toecurves,
I’d say they would report my
constant quarrelling with my brother,
how we’d threaten to drop
each other’s deepest secrets
into the basket we call, our mother’s
ears.

Most certainly, if there were toecurves,
we’d all be more captivated. If you think
about
it, we’d now see who’s cheating
on who, who’s the one stealing
from the fridge - yes, it’s smelly
information all over and over.

You may think - but that’s when
I’d come in to stop you. The thing
with toecurves, is that you’re not
really supposed to think about it.

You’re supposed to think about it,
like food for thought.