Barefoot Venus

I never get tired of taking photos of my feet.
I pray you get out of this dark shit-pocket soon soon!—
thanks kindly, means a lot.

So much can go wrong when hearts beat.
Your love might die and leave you alone.
I just keep taking photos of my feet,

because my feet look so pretty to me.
(my heart of stone
leaps—thanks kindly, means a lot)—

behavior I don’t let others see—
or only obliquely in poems
in which I never get tired of mentioning my feet.

These epiphanies of Venus I adoringly indite,
while fearing I may lose my dearest friends—
thanks kindly, means a lot.

One of my loves is getting an MRI
tomorrow, and another is being induced on Sunday.
I grieve by taking photos of my feet—
thanks kindly, means a lot.