A Sock, A Tourniquet

I awoke to a twisted ankle

minus the explanatory sprain

an invisible rubber band

still grasping the purple flesh

three-quarters of an inch

above my ankle

“don’t wear socks to bed”

the doctor had advised

but the words fell

on deaf ears

and chilly toes

now resembling those

of a blood-drained


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