After the Chainsaw Accident by Geo. Staley

I sit alone for 20 minutes
on the crinkly white paper of the
examining table at the Dr.’s office
gashed left foot lost
in brown antiseptic solution.
Others, if sitting in my place, may wonder
What if I’d cut my toes off?
Why didn’t the gash bleed?
Did I cut tendons as well as bone?
Will I be able to run?
How could I be so stupid?
These occur to me, though mostly
I marvel at how effortlessly, painlessly,
the chain saw in my hands tore through
running shoe, running sock, skin, and bone
and stopped
as if I’d thought, beforehand,
How deep can I go before
I do serious damage?