#39 wooden stairs go down to the beach & little girls who’ve just learnt to count go up & down them gleefully announcing how many there are i am sick with ulcers & cannot make the journey myself so every day must descend & ascend…

My feet are so small. And I’ve walked a trillion steps. And I’m still going.

One step two step three step four, I keep my eyes trained on the floor, How many steps to get me there? Do I have enough to spare? I jump from here out to the door, And try to save 3 steps or more, The people…