by Steven Gowin
I hate my feet. One's bigger, so I stand on a fault.
Women worry about one breast larger than the other. Boobs are inherently good though and need not match.
Ugly feet both. Veiny with hoary nails. I understand now. San Bruno Avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade and dope sold on the side.
Hands, feet on arms. Also ugly but at least functional. The foot does little except for Christy Brown. It should balance you but never does. Feet trip me up. I fall. A lot. You bruise up. Purply spots on your legs, contusion, damage.
I admire the deft. Think of comedic genius. Harold Lloyd teeters on the ledge above LA streetcars. An open window and Keaton survives the facade tumbling over him.
Balance and space divert calamity. So much forgiveness in the unoccupied, the empty, the void. I'm looking to what's not there for salvation. But escape escapes me. I fall without grace.
Must be the inner ear. Vestibular abnormalities. I stand, but barely. I blame my footing. My goddamned feet.
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"Balance and space divert demise. So much forgiveness in the unoccupied, the empty, the void. I'm looking for what's not there to save me too. But escape escapes me. I fall without grace."
Love that.
Good one, Mr G. It never loses its footing.
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Some agile footwork there. *
Wonderful piece. Sure-footed.
"escape escapes me"
Absolutely brilliant.*
Bad feet and Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo, a wicked combination even for metrical feet:-))
A hoot from title to final bang mark. Great title allusion.*
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Ah yes! Just editing my novel and I have one sentence that mentions both Harold Lloyd and Buster Keaton! Dang!
well done, and ironic that it comes at the same time as The World Cup grinds to a halt.*
Lovely: "Balance and space divert calamity. So much forgiveness in the unoccupied," *
I like the counterpoint of grounding and no balance. Good piece, Steve.
"Balance and space divert calamity." Brilliant. ***
Hands, feet on arms...
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*, Steven. I enjoyed this well-written foot "diss". AKA, the agony of de-feet.
"But escape escapes me."
The climax. Terrific line!