It Warms Me to Know That My Words Are Out There, Somewhere, Ready to Twist Your Ankle, Too

I twisted my ankle yesterday.

And I cried—boy, did I cry—

With bleeding teeth and blotchy skin,

I cried.

 

I kissed my bone

And rubbed the heat in.

Over my gut I checked my feet,

Tied my shoes, limped on.

 

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