I sit
on my foot
at the kitchen table
while I do my homework.
After a while,
I shift
in my seat
trying to get my bottom
into a more
comfortable
position.
I can't.
So I slide my foot
out from under
my rump.
At first
I have no feeling
in my foot.
I jiggle,
wiggle,
tap it.
Nothing.
Then suddenly
pins and needles
attack.
My every movement
brings
prickles
and
pain.
I hold my breath
until
the stabbing passes
and
my foot
feels like my foot
again.
Note to self...don't sit on foot.
©2011, Bridget Magee
Good poem. Isn't this something we've all done? Thanks for writing a poem about it, maybe it will remind me not to sit on my feet.
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