I think I had a successful foot surgery on Thursday. They sliced from my big toe down past the first metatarsal joint. I have some screws holding bones together in two places. I should be able to get around by myself in the next couple of days--on crutches. My bandage won't come off for another week and a half. I won't wear real shoes for a month. My surgical shoe is navy & white.
So if you are looking for me, I'll probably in my house. I'll try to be reading and writing. I took some photos of my crooked foot. When my foot is all better, not painful, and straight, I can get my crooked foot tattoo. This would be a tiny drawing of my old crooked foot placed on my new straight foot. "Foot" is something. "Food" is something. "Good" is something. "Goot" is nothing.
- Claire Becker
- My full-length book, Where We Think It Should Go, can be yours via Octopus Books, Small Press Distribution, or Amazon. We better celebrate these hard copies while we can. When I'm not writing poetry, I teach amazing young people who are blind. I believe in a healthier future.