13 Nov 2013, 2:05pm
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J’ai mal aux pieds

Who doesn’t have painful feet
after a long journey?
I’m as cold as a dirt clod. I’m a robot,
a hollow headpiece full of remarks.
When I come into the room
things are like thoughts,
thoughts are opinions, allergies.
You don’t want to come near me
or you’ll get sick. Even sicker.
Do not approach me or touch my toes.
I will bother you.
There is something wrong with me,
in my feet. I have gout, a fungus, blister,
Lisfranc, ligament tear.
I am like a pregnant spider.
I just shoot them out of me in a cloud,
right in line with the ankles.

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