Thursday 20 August 2009

Gammy leg

started out cellulitis
like a rash creams and lotions managed
but you know how it goes
down the leg
on the foot
then they wanted to meet
can’t remember Christmas
my leg
could sit here and cry for eternity
wouldn’t put my leg back
occasionally I forget
going longer between spaces
I have phantom pains
like an itch a weird sensation
I want to scratch my foot
the foot’s not there
try to master mind over matter
can’t scratch phantom pains
sometimes it works
sometimes I still forget

Anonymous 8th July 2009

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