Strident Opinion Based on Nothing
For a bunion?
by Ewen Glass
I told my friend her boyfriend was being dramatic. Fifteen days
with his foot above his heart? For a bunion? Someone's trying to
get out of childcare. She sent me three annotated diagrams of the
procedure: tight ligaments released, bunion shaved, metatarsal cut
and the joint realigned, a small wedge of bone removed to
straighten the toe, the phalanx finally fixed back together. I told
her I was sorry. I guess I thought a bunion was a corn.
Ewen is a Northern Irish poet who lives in England with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; on a given day, any or all of these can be snapping at his heels. His work has been published by, or is forthcoming in, HAD, Bridge Eight, Poetry Scotland and The Passionfruit Review, among others.
