every now and again,

poetry

i still count your toes,
just in case one happened
to grow overnight,
perhaps sticking out askew,
or hiding beneath the others,
trying to not be seen,
trying to hide the freak within;
and if you did have an extra digit
or even four, i really wouldn’t care
and i might even love you more
for openly embracing the freak within.

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