Monday, August 22, 2011

Sleeping Foot-y

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

1 comment:

  1. 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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