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The Wrath of the Rash

by A. Paige White


There's got to be something I could bathe in.
The only thing sadder than the previous sentence is that
I have a big toe shaded in that lovely caladryl pink.
Unsure, is it, or is it not, poison ivy.
sigh.
The mysteries of my yard, the depth of which I've yet to plumb,
hold an infinite variety of buggy possibilities.
Did I rake poisonously?
What IS it?
That dead spot in Gladys' yard felt intensely creepy as I raked it.
What manner of beings killed that grass?

It's what I get for rashly running around bare foot.

10/03/2006

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is NOT poetry. My son suggested this title as he contemplated my pink toe.

Posted on 10/04/2006
Copyright © 2021 A. Paige White

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/06 at 04:38 AM

Poetry or not, I enjoyed reading this! Take care of that toe - pink is nice. :)

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/05/06 at 03:13 PM

Brrrrrrrash write. I love wordplay.
(try a baking soda & water paste?)
Jill-ions of pink rose-colored good wishes.

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