Friday, September 23, 2011

a poem about my feet

many pieces of feet
falling about
more red than creamy
and awkward tan lines
so many signs of fashion
scarred into flesh
and all that walking
all that trying to impress
impressed upon the skin
bruised and blistered
and warped nailed in
dirt that won't wash away
callouses and dry patches
creaking toes
anxiety of life
stilled lifed into
peripatetic feet

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