My feet won’t get warm
Until they’re too hot
The blanket goes over
And soon
Smoke is pouring out
From underneath the covers
I reneg on the comfort
Of the comforter
And cast it aside
Only to find
A chill invade my body
Through all ten of my toes
Nothing gets me
To the in-between
Temperature
That would allow me
To not focus
On my feet
I look up feet
And circulation
And it seems
I’m just put together wrong
Everyone has some part of them
Usually their hands
That regulate temperature
But I haven’t been regulated
In years
Instead, it’s a life of extremes
And the warmth or lack of it
For my body
Is no exception
I try socks
And my feet mock me
They freeze themselves
Within the socks
Rebuking the sensation
Of the wool
Another pair of socks
And they’re wailing
Begging for water
Ripping every ounce of hydration
From my body
To send it sweating
Out my arches
I pull a pioneer trick
Grab a pot
Fill it with boiling water
From the kitchen sink
And stick my feet in it
While I watch the latest episode
Of Crazy Cakes
Instantly the water goes cold
My icy feet have drained the boil
From the pot
And I even hear
The hiss as it dissolves
I don’t move
Unsure of what’s just happened
While my chilly appendages
Have always held sway over me
I never thought
They had the power
To transcend actual science
Then, I hear a bubbling
And notice the water
Has started to pop
And percolate once more
Soon, the water is boiling once more
Against all reason
And I yank my feet
From the pot
Nearly tipping it over
Onto my carpet
With my abrupt motion
I notice that where my feet
Have come down
There are now iced footprints
Is it possible
My feet are now
Both hot and cold
At the same time?
I realize
I hadn’t felt
Anything from that part of my body
As my feet
Had begun
To defy the laws
Of nature
I took stock
Of them
Not hot
Not cold
It seemed
That at any given moment
They could either
Scald a surface
Or refrigerate it
Should I have been
Concerned
About this sudden
Change of events?
How could I be?
For the first time,
I felt fine
And despite
Evidence to the contrary
I felt like
I could relax
And let my feet
Figure out
The rest
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