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i see my feet

Posted to Action Poetry

with beauty

small and white like porcelain
with a circular scar
gracing each ankle
the curve of each toe
ends in an unpainted nail
i study the series
of delicate creases
that stretch around the bend of my heel
i touch
the softness of their tops
and the subtle coarseness
of their bottoms

i see my feet
with beauty,
as if i've never seen them