Description: This is a strange little free verse piece. I found it when I was going through some documents on a laptop. I’m pretty sure I wrote it just so that my wife would say “yuck”. This is one reason never to lay in bed with a laptop computer. (By the way, it’s supposed to be funny, in a dark sort of way.)
Rating: PG

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I’ve got nasty old cold feet
My wife hates to touch them with her own
My toenails scratch her soft skin
Even the hangnails leave white scratches on her legs
If only I could warm them up again
If only I could reach down and clip the nails
Soften the edges
But I’ve been dead for a week now
I’ve tried to tell her to let me go
I must smell horrible by now
But she always said I was her life
She said she’d die before me, or with me
So now we wait