Discovering Parts of a Body

Stepping out of the bath
my left heel from this angle looks very tender,
by which I mean inoffensive,
like an apple,
small, clean, thin-skinned, a nob of sweet Jonathan.

I suddenly consider the consequences
of stepping on jagged glass,
thick glass, a broken soft drink bottle;
my heel crunching down unwarily,
the skin split,
the sharp, hard point lurching up
till something screams inside;
like having my heart bared
and probed with a finger.

A dull strangeness
in looking at things closely;
I’ll pretend I’m an Eastern lady
with heels like two ripe fruit.
The Hordes, when they catch me will want
to twist them off,
and eat them slice by slice.