My Feet

I stare down at my feet
and the thirty plus bandaids
holding them together
and I think about hope
and I think about healing
and I think about the million and one
things that were said
      that were not said
and the cobwebs
and the barn
and Matthew and the knife
and faith hill on the phone
and conflict in empty hallways
and the broken vibrator
and ohgod the need to pee

I stare down at my feet
and the thirty plus bandaids
holding them together
and I think about safety
and I think about certainty
and I think about the million and one
things that were done
      that were not done
      that were undone
and the wasp dinner guests
and the Oliver Stone boxset
and Ryan and the tent
and the bowl of oranges
and fooseball table furniture
and the bisexual roommate
and a melted chocolate bar in my purse

I stare down at my feeet
and the the thirty plus bandaids
holding them together
and I think about timing
and I think about patience

and I can not bend my knee

and I think about running
and I think about falling

and every single muscle aches

and I think about you
and I think about me

and I stare down at my feet
and I can not help myself
and I stare down at my feet

and I smile.

-- KJ Konkin, August 14th, 2006

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