Ugly Feet

Gayle Sands

I hail from a family of tiny women with tiny feet—
Size five feet are “cute”.
(Size five shoes look silly;
take no room at all.)
Huh!

I am not tiny.
My size nine narrows
are definitely
Not.
Cute.

My feet define ugly—
Really. Look up ugly in the dictionary.
My foot picture is there.
Long-boned, purple-veined.
Toes bent in all the wrong places
Toe-knuckles fighting their way toward the tops of my shoes.
Toe nails not worthy of polish.

My little piggies stay home because they are embarrassed.

These feet belong on a prehistoric beast,
(Thankfully extinct.)

My husband says
That if he’d met my feet first
He wouldn’t have asked me out.

Truth hurts
Ugly feet.

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Bridge the Distance: An Oral History of COVID-19 in Poems Copyright © 2021 by Gayle Sands is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License, except where otherwise noted.

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