the toes on my left
foot
begin
to tingle. i think of the bone
saw.
how far up
the leg could i
endure
with
some of it missing?
maybe it's the cold
air,
or my
awful circulation,
similar
to my mom's.
maybe i slept wrong.
this bug
bite, on my arm,
is not a tumor,
i tell myself.
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