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Digital saga


I broke my finger;
it got even:
I couldn’t grip
or slip a sleeve on.

It hurt when it happened,
then mercifully dulled
’til the doctor did the splinting,
which strangled and pulled.

That night it yelled
Wake up and feel —
dreams are illusion
but I am real!
I am Pain!
Hear me roar!
I can take a little finger
and make it so much more.

Next day I called the doctor
and the robot said
Leave a message.
HELP! I pled.

The day crept along
with my phone in my pocket,
but I did not want to talk
in the middle of Target

so I waited at home.
Nothing from the phone.

Another stabbing night —
Enough already! —
I called again
my voice unsteady.

Mirabile dictu,
the nurse called back,
said fractures hurt,
give the wrap some slack.

And she assured me —
she knew for certain —
the wrap would not
cause my skin to be hurtin’.

That did it.

“Fractures hurt.”
No duh, I fumed;
the splinting’s the problem —
I had to exhume:

I unwrapped the swaddling —
that took real pluck —
lo! the skin underneath
looked a lot like ground chuck.

Eureka! I cried,
surveying my digit;
I see why my night’s spent
in whimper and fidget.

The bone on the inside,
the skin on the out
together in chorus
plaintively shout


In consult with pharmacist
and my poor frazzled finger
I have a new wrap,
a real humdinger.

I did it myself —
you may express your amazement —
peek-a-boo gauze
is my new fashion statement.

The moral is clear
from here to Helsinki:
never trust a car door
to look out for your pinkie.

And don’t be too quick
to trust the stick
they call the splint.
Heed your skin —
it’s what you’re in —
that’s my helpful hint.

4 thoughts on “Digital saga

  1. Ouch! No, ha ha! No, ouch!

  2. You must have heard me hoot when I read your comment! You sure got the truth of it!

  3. Having seen the beleaguered digit in person, I can attest to this poem’s accuracy and the fortitude of it’s poet. And in rhyme, no less!

  4. Thank you — it’s always good to have a witness. (Hard to believe that this mummywrap is even grubbier now than it was when you saw it. Good thing I’m not fastidious.)

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