Long
    Crooked
     Toes were not
     inherited by my father
   or my mother it was all because of
  Me that my toes curled like the claws of
  a bobcat and overlapped like the fault lines
       in California. I stubbed them many
        times into furniture or playing
            hide and seek with my
              sister in the woods.
              If there ever was
              a cure for cancer in
              my toes, they dare not
              search for they would turn
            stone. Not even a prince would
              slip the glass slipper over the
              full character of my ever
                 breaking, crooked
                    long, toes.