A Poet's Dying Breath
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I'm suffering the dancer's nightmare:
Wounded feet.
A blister unites the pads
At the north of my left foot.
A broken one
Stings in the same place
On my right.
Meaning I limp about,
Gauze swathing my feet,
As I lament my broken mobility.
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