I have a blister on my foot- oh,
I know what you may say. you may say:
that is no blister, that is a tiny man,
sweating under your skin, pummeling
his fists into the underside of your foot.
you may say, that is no blister-
that is a damp sack of blood hanging
from a washing line.
that is a water bottle turned on its side
slopping up against a tideline of skin;
or a bolt of lightening in a plastic cup.
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