Can you believe,
\nwith one foot gone,
\nI injured the other?
\nNow a two front war confronts me.
\nThe ankle on the left
\nhardly able to bear lifting,
\nthe toe broken on the right
\ndemanding rest
\nand leaving me screaming.
\nTrudging to the store
\nswearing at my feet
\nfor being touchy and absurd.
\nI curse the toe for its pouting
\nand refusing to cooperate
\nin completing my errands.<\/p>\n
I tell them both,
\nankle and toe,
\nwithout me you are nothing.
\nWithout me you\u2019re unemployed,
\nso cease your waiting
\nand endless complaining.
\nI have to be about the business
\nof living,
\nand not listening
\nto the complaints of feet.<\/p>\n
I must keep on dragging,
\nhiding their infirmity from neighbors,
\nsmiling and greeting
\nas they bitch about the sun
\nbeing hot,
\nthe rain being wet,
\nlovers ignoring them,
\nwhile I forebear their constant
\ngrousing
\nwith the patience of Job.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Can you believe, with one foot gone, I injured the other? Now a two front war confronts me. The ankle on the left hardly able…<\/p>\n