Christ Size Shoes

my size cannot be found

it's somehow, always,

just a half size shy.

heels and toes

began to crack and bleed,

they're stuffed down into

shoes that i don't need.

direct proportions

to the size and weight

of this chip of shit,

i carry on my hip.

and at the rate of my exchanges,

i'll never find

the shoes to fit these feet.

so sing for us and drink for us.

my size cannot be found

it's somehow, always

just a half size shy.

the space between

what i have and need is somehow,

always just a half size shy.