Bodily Dysfunction

Sand trapped between lens and frame,

Scene polarized with pessimistic grit,

Watch out for the fan, it’s covered in shit,

She hides her face, changes her name.

Stone wedged between shoe and sock,

An arduous uphill tramp,

Look out for blisters on blisters, a limp and a cramp,

Once was a pebble, now is a rock.

Splinter stuck between skin and nail,

Embedded under polish chipped and cracked,

Beware removal, keep the thorn intact,

She picks at her skin so frail.

Sticks strewn between hair and hood,

Ringlets braided into a nest,

Take note – this swollen carcass needs rest,

She closes her eyes for good.