Editor’s Note: Introspective Ramblings is Amherst Wire’s poetry column, dedicated to showcasing student’s creative work.
The Way I Look Tonight
So, I suppose you want to ask me what happened to my little finger.
I could tell you exactly what happened, when, and why it looks this way.
But that would ruin the fun, wouldn’t it?
Because once I tell you what happened to my little finger,
you’ll no longer look at it the same way you used to.
Once I tell you what happened to my little finger,
the only words that will come out of your mouth will be,
” O h . ”
You don’t really care what happened to my little finger. I know that.
THE REALITY IS,
you don’t care what happened to my little finger.
YOU LIKE THE WAY YOUR OWN LITTLE FINGER LOOKS
compared to mine.
So why would I tell you?
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