The earth lives in your soles.
Unlike my pansy feet,
you can potter around barefoot on stone-encrusted concrete
Which one of us is tougher?
The love of my life
marvelled at the softness of my big toe.
A failed feminine,
I clop around in baby-soft feet
that form blisters
as soon as they even think
the words ‘high heels’.
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