I know I’m unremarkable.

I’m one of 8 billion human beings

all with a pulse

vibrating through limbed consciousness.

By my math, the Earth hosts 

in the grasping range

of 16 billion eyes,

80 billion fingers, 

8 billion heads.

Please inform me at once if you spot a 2 headed, 3 eyed and/or 20 fingered subhuman. I’ll alter my calculations. Even without a scoop of 20 fingered skinned shadows, 7.99 billion fingers

stacked together 

makes a stratospheric 

skyscraper. I’ll of course

keep my fingers

as a member of the Desirable Class. 

Congratulate me! I’ve solved the global housing crisis. Every unhoused fleck will slip into a hand unit. Do you want a tour? On one end, a cracked thumbnail bed for sleeping and screaming

under a finger ceiling;

in the middle, a ring finger

where the small plop down 

for uncivilized meals;

over in the corner, 

a pinky 

perfect for thin amusement.

Vote yes for the Finger Cut 

Tax. From nail throwaway 

to mansion king, 8 billion beings

need a home. I must revise myself:

I’m a remarkable king.