Impose Your Government, Oppose My Thumb

I fell and jammed my thumb
on my good hand.

It clicks now when I bend it
and produces a dull pain.

I pull on it, trying to stretch things out,
but it doesn't work.

My thumb is thick and veiny.
Shakes along with the tremor
in my hand.

I try to reassure myself
that I am not too old,
that this is an injury
and nothing else.

But uncertainty creeps into everything.
Like a mouse through kitchen cornmeal.

And my thumb keeps clicking.
As though it is tapped like a
government phone.

Everyone listening in.
Taking turns with the headphones
for a laugh.