A Poem about a toe

Three Fourths Please

By

J.A. Jimenez

I awoke, big toe still lingering on my foot.

The drones [in green] cut across

the dotted line. A smiley face

drawn on my leg served as a guide

so they wouldn’t miss. The buzzing of a saw

announced their task. Two orbs

of light above me warmed my ass.

I heard the drip, drip, drip,

of the morphine by my side,

and I remembered high school and the good

times I had getting high. But just like back then

 the fun ended all too soon.

A high five signaled their success

and when I looked down

there was my toe
smiling at me
from inside
a medicine cup.