an open letter to athlete’s foot

dearest athlete’s foot,

the bitch to end all itches

you funky fungal swine

i’ve known you since super glue

was still super

as gorilla glue

still hadn’t been invented

yes, i met you when

magician’s assistants

could split themselves in two

& everyone drank

vanilla yazoo

since swimming at school

cold changing room floors

you’ve bullied me

& stalked me all my lifespan

like your sister blister

& uncle verruca

you’ve picked on both my pediments

the left & the other

& pecked like a crow

in between the toe

sore red sores

from your phantom spores

so i say – no more

a hurtin’ & a harmin’

i know you’ll never change

so i apply daktarin

( take that )

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