My fuckin’ feet hurt.
And I’d like to snarl my lip in contempt
and swear it ain’t bothering me
I’d like to promise up and down
there ain’t nothing poetic about pain,
but I’d be lying.
My raw nerves shoot sharp verse
right up my spine.
My fuckin’ feet hurt
but that resilient knot growing,
tangling roots deep in my foundations
wrapping around those itty bitty bones
it’s beautiful ain’t it?
I couldn’t tell you what it means
but the bulging blue veins
are throbbing bright blue blood
and I trace the tender to touch trickles
’bout to burst through my pale skin
with careless fingers
and convince myself that hurt