When I was a second grader at Ross Corners Elementary, David M. sat in the front row. David collected all manner of strange things: broken tips of pencils, eraser dust, even pencil shavings. He was the coolest boy in class, and on my way to the garbage can or pencil sharpener, I would find ways to drop a handful of eraser dust or graphite onto the corner of his desk.
Years later, my friend Janet Y. told me about her husband sticking lollipops in the ground so their toddlers would find a lollipop garden. These two stories swirled into this poem. The brain mixes old and new, just like a dream.
Where did the idea for collecting toenails come from? I clipped my daughter's nails yesterday and after she went to sleep, I found a few lying around. No one here really collects toenails. Not yet, anyway. But yes, the toenails in the picture are real.
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