Far away in some lab, your phantom
toe wiggles in tandem. At least this
is how one makes a grown woman
sleep after drinking lots of soup.
I now revise the epics for you.
One story about the three-toed
monster, another about the mystical
Third Toe. For now there are three.
Phantom, Real and Memory.
nehamaami 
Lovely. I will pontificate at length later.
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this was so touching…
i am sure the lady without the toe loved your rendering of the epics and your poem as well!
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5 – 1= 3?
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Really depends upon which toe is missing. I could live without some, but not without my big toe or either of the smallest two. I could definitely live without the second toe, because it is longer than the big toe, and that declares my prediliction for dominating my spouse (*famous Indian superstition).
Who wants one’s bullying publicised so widely every summer with open toe-d footwear?
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Hi,
It’s a nicely composed muse. I enjoyed its poetic vibes.
If a buddhist stupa can be built upon the tooth relic of Gautam Buddha and a mosque on the hair of Prophet Mohammad, then why can’t a phantom exist around a dismembered toe?
Thanks for sharing.
Nanda
http://ramblingnanda.blogspot.com
http://remixoforchid.blogspot.com
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Very nice!
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