pen and paper

on the good days
the very good days,
my skin is of silk and I smell
of sweet coconut and mango
I'm less conscious of my size
and am wrapped in the warmth of wholeness and truth
soft it is here
heavenly
restful
on bad days
very bad day,
my skin feels as if it can't hold water
the flesh of my hands is chapped and cracked
my arches ache from sanding for nearly 20 hours
while my feet swell so badly
that the day ends on wether or not
I'll be able to get my shoes off this time.
I make it a game, to see how long it'll take.

God do I love the good days
and loath the bad
but I do not complain
for there are worse things than
too small shoes
and an around that clock job
i could have no shoes
no job at all
or no feet

on the bad days, the sent is not
so much the essence of coconut
as it is a memory
a memory of better days
better times
better smells