I start my first day on the job in just about an hour; starting out part-time as a prepress specialist/graphic designer for a small print shop. Needless to say, having been out of work for so long, I’m excited and ready to jump in head first. Since I don’t have all that much to say for now, I thought I’d add one of my new poems:
COLD FEET
cold feet
like the tundra
second thoughts
seasonal asthma
in the forefront
of your mind
anyone can
do this
but they’re not
so here I am
my feet are cold
get this way
at night
and the
air conditioner is
on them
this helps
when I was
little would
put my feet
down into the
edge of the pool
some women come
home from a long
day at work
take off their heels
talk about
soaking their feet
men and women
go to school
learn about
feet
if a bowling ball
falls on one
and all feeling
is lost
this schooling
comes
in handy
the students
arrange themselves
around the foot
and breathe life
back into it
blow it up like a balloon
it comes
back down in the field
pops on a blade of grass
it dies in the soccer field
feet are sensitive like that
always flying
off the handle
said to be
the most sensitive
part of the body
and I believe this
since moving
to Houston
this now seems to be
the hottest spot in the village
and still
I’ve got cold feet
small babies
mistake them for
ice cream bars
and are
bedazzled
when the big toe
is bitten off and spit out
the foot jerks backwards
in displeasure
and
a human scream
becomes audible
just when you thought
all the angst
has left your body
someone steps
on your bitten off
ice cream toe
and Bush
becomes president
again