Thursday, August 24, 2017

Poem 178: Process

foot being held together
by stretchy bitch-tape

world and world-spirit are crowded
into painful foot-shape

for which: rest
and ice

no going back:
the pain has now spread
beyond my foot
and beyond my body

but at the same time I know
it will never depart completely
from its origin











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