Uncle Merle


Uncle Merle

Merle had a face and hands

his legs and thighs

are somewhere in Tennessee

buried probably

in a leg and thigh cemetery.

One night he grew legs in his sleep

screaming wisdom teeth pain

when he awoke they were gone.

Once I arm wrestled him

twice he beat me but once

I tripped him in his wheelchair

I laughed, he didn’t.

Merle died flat on his face

I never saw him then

I see him now

each time I look in a mirror

I see only face and hands.