Flesh

Strange to say,
but my ankles hurt
yup like calcified rubber bands
they ache a bit
my toes are in total disagreement
particularly the nails
pink
the kind that says
Nothing could be better
I'm looking forward to some shoes
something flashy yet demure
something trashy
luxurious
worthy
tactile
that you might secret to the side
why because you like the smell of leather
and perfume, very simple
and the absence of my foot
simpler still
Everyone knows
the power of absence
the negative space
full then empty
and a vacuum is abhorred
as they say
Everyone knows
you're gone
but not for long.