Wore sandals on the path
to Sand Creek BEWARE
all those Little Bighorn soldiers
but never saw a rattlesnake in the
wild
ankles toes aspiring nails
gleaming
thousand-headed crown of Patanjali
snakes and feet both kitschy
brown swim-suit girl oggled in
the Penny’s catalogue
Lizzie Lover helping buy a grad
school jacket
TA training razor cuts on face
enjoying even those challenging
days
symbiotic with billions of
microorganisms
at the core just microorganisms
myself
a microorganism’s not an individual
who’ll put flowers on the grave
of their own cell nuclei
simulacra replicated trillions of
times in one body
but didn’t their feet stink
for your feet not to smell bad
you have to take your shoes off