If you had kept your thumb
History would have happened somehow different. [Mahabharata]
Thumbpain. The dolmen thumb:
The Stonehenge of my cupped hands
Waiting to receive the flying ball.
The glans of it plastic-shiny nail
The dotage of its wrinkles
at the point where the knuckle
goes round the corner:
ach, my dumb-kopf thumb,
ach the plug of it, between my lips.
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