Ped

A Poem by Blotter

I have a new bottle of beer, just opened,
and it is working for me,
when I look at my ankle
(where my calf descends to meet it)
and I am surprised.
am a towering mass of flesh,
built of too many beers
and burgers… chips… garbage….
It all comes down to this:
an ankle no wider than a soup can
entrusted with my full carriage
and bearing….
I am amused
and appalled.
I begin to worry
that if life has hidden this
in plain sight,
then I have missed
far too much
of a great many significant things.
I drink my beer, and then many more.