From Above

January 25th 2023

I stubbed my big toe on the corner of

the leather couch this morning, for my eyes

had not yet adjusted to the daylight. 

By eleven o'clock, it had swollen 

to the size of a ping-pong ball and bulged 

slightly in my old Nike tennis shoe. 

When the clock struck noon, my sock ripped in two 

and the man to my left asked to play a 

game of baseball, though I was unamused. 

At three, it resembled a damn balloon. 

As I stepped out of my car, my foot left 

the pavement and floated upwards. The blood 

rushed to my head as I ascended high

in the sky and the world came into view.