December 18, 2009

He was sharp, a paring knife. Slicing through the weakest point of the heel, through flesh. Into bone, splicing the cartilage, into shortcomings, flaws, inadequacies, errors, faults, failings, deficiencies, insufficiencies, weaknesses, limitations.

Knowing him was like taking a boot off, rolling the sock down, and exposing the pink flesh of the heel. Here, right here. Draw your edge right along this delicate bone. Nick at the soft underflesh.

(Limping to the drugstore. Need bandages.)

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