thumbs & sweet potatoes

Being the hundredth monkey
I am left with a dilemma — wash
the potato or abstain.

I alone hold the key.

I might rather remark
on the grip some dirt provides
and maybe the microbes.

I may relish some grit
in my teeth and a slow
enameled erosion.

I may wonder whether
one simple conformity
makes me less so macaque.

I may think about churches,
furrows and electromagnetic
intrusion.

I may think these hands
too nimble.

I may rethink these thumbs.

Image: Juno Jo on Unsplash

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