April 26, 2013

Not that part

The softest part of my body = the top of my right foot
Pale skin arc working bones names I forget
It’s the only section of the only organ I bear
Does not age God knows why
It receives the most severe angle of my concern
Lives beneath horrible shoes I force upon it
Does nothing to protest a shame I duty deliver
I touch it every night to remind me of its faith
To remember what I felt like when I was young