by Paul Martínez Pompa

Your feet are a slow train
wreck of cuneiforms
& metatarsals fallen off

track. Too many overtimes
standing, bagging melon& meat
frozen peas & six-packs wedged

careful against egg cartons
loafs of bread
tomatoes that piss if touched

too hard. At home you stand
at the sink full of yesterday's
plates sauce-caked pots

butter knives tough
with peanut butter.
Tonight you fall

asleep in a chair trying
to ignore the 52 bones of your feet
each one humming its own pain.

Last updated February 24, 2023