Here is today's contribution.
You are the
polio survivor too for sure
with your
limping leg, your loose foot
that doesn’t
obey, doesn’t act properly,
doesn’t walk
the way it should: lifting the heel
first,
then the
toes. No, you just lift the entire foot,
the leg up
from the knee, then
you stumble,
you slip, you fall. Sometimes
you roll
down rocks, knock your head twice
and come to
rest for the third time on the clearing.
Your husband
watching in terror. Dumbfounded.
What should
I do he thinks.
You say I’m
ok, what happened.
You don’t
lose consciousness or pass out or forget
your name
and address, just a myriad of bruises,
cuts, some
blood, pain. Looking like an abused wife
you walk
into the hotel where people stare. I’m ok you say.
Embarrassing
you think. Stupid you berate yourself.
But
your foot,
your leg, they just got sick one day,
a long time
ago. Not your fault they say. Yet you don’t
believe
that. Shit! you say, why do I have to walk
like that?
Trip? Stumble? Fall and keep falling.
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