Kayleigh Willis
No B.S. (Compression Sock Blues) by M.P Powers
My son says I have yucky feet.
The truth is I have only one yucky foot.
It’s yucky
because there are tiny beer-drunk
spiders crawling over its surface
and around the ankle.
I don’t know precisely how it started.
And I don’t know why
they’re only on one foot.
I’m only 50.
But that foot’s 70.
The other is 30.
If I were
a percentage, I’d total 100.
But I am no
percentage, I am a human
with a portion
of me that’s yucky,
maybe even disgusting.
Put on some socks,
my son insists.
What he means is I should spare his eyes.
I should spare
both of our eyes.
No one needs my 70-year-old
hoof in their life
is what my son implies.
And reaches for his
Lego Creator Set.
All Rights. M.P Powers.
M.P. Powers lives with one foot in Berlin and one in South Florida. Recent publications include the Columbia Review, Wrongdoing Magazine, Glitchwords, Mayday Magazine, and others. His artwork can be found on Twitter and Instagram @mppowers1132
