“This Whole Area is Infected Please Help” by Joseph Goosey
The sole of my boot is separated
from the boot itself
by all but about an inch around.
I cannot buy new boots
because the stores are panic attacks in cute bows.
Air enters and sexes my foot.
I think of gangrene,
the Emancipation Proclamation,
whether or not the public should be allowed to attend High School Cafeterias,
what I’d look like in lace.
No adverse action letter
was sent to my foot,
certainly a violation
of the Fair Credit Reporting Act,
and I will file a formal civil complaint
in federal court.
July 16th 2011 is the worst day of my life to date