This little thing on my little finger

This little thing on my little finger

This little thing on my little finger,
White, rounding and rounding,
day by day, bulging and protracting,

they call it whitlow,
not giving me pleasure,
paining and paining,

alienating me from writing,
this little thing is crafty,
I apply rice floured bandage,


Soaked in oil, my beloved
Grandma’s treatment, followed
in good earnest,

this little thing says,
be patient, I’ll go when
only I am satiated.