BarefootBarefootIn my mom’s friend’s backyardTall weedsUnfinished constructionDirty rusted nail in woodNow in my footRememberingTetanus shotBloodCockroach infested kitchenUncleanPovertyWe bond with each otherOver bloody feetCircumstances into which we’re bornMethods we used to copeUntil that turned to addictionsWithout the benefit of recoveryTaking new lives down the same pathsOf uncleanImpoverished realitiesRecreating circumstancesAs if there were nothing else availableWhen we … Continue reading Barefoot