Wisdom Spoke
foot in a blender
skin sliced thin, jagged
bicycle spokes spinning
how i learned to wear shoes
dad’s rottweiler-yelling
as mom assesses
claustrophobic on commode
dinner would get cold
cut into throat, nose, neck, spine*
red beets**
heel to toes ice cold
perched and prepared
by ER doc;
airtight in butcher wrap
dinner reheat —
words caught in my throat
tears freshen glass
i gulp
t’morrow’s door
slams on my son’s thumb
it hangs like a loose nail
hanging out on the commode
i scream
the children’s father assesses
my son’s sister slammed the door
...on the verge,
pindrop suspense
i warn my husband
not to blame
not to shame
i carry wisdom in my pocket
words to do no harm
carry the son, unhinged with tears
swaddle his sister with blanket
am i better than my parents?
i just have a leg up;
this time
my feet lead me, by example
10/28/2020
*reflexology reference
**embarassment
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