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Dear You,

Writer's picture: Echo Shawn CorbyEcho Shawn Corby

Dear You,


I remember you like I remember the back of my foot. You are always there, keeping me balanced, but I forget about you so easily. Sometimes you don’t balance me very well; when I close my eyes, I start shifting to the left. I often forget to give you attention when I scrub myself in the shower.


You are a dirty little rat. Darting back and forth as I sleep, claws tick-ticking so fast like the rapid eye movement of my unconscious. Silly foot, why won’t you stay still.


I value you like I value the back of my foot. You are important to keep me walking, but I forget about you so easily. Sometimes you go numb when I’m on the couch too long; when I’m focused on something, I ignore the prickling you give. I often forget to give you attention when I’m distracted by my computer.

You are an itchy little rat. Scratching at your head for a tick, ear flick-flicking so fast like the rapid eye movement of my unconscious. Silly foot, why won’t you stay still.


I need you like I need the back of my foot. You are always clinging to me, and if I ever wanted you gone I’d lose something of myself. Sometimes you make me trip when I’m going somewhere; when I want to be without you, you follow in front and behind me. I often forget to give you attention when I’m trying to avoid you.


You are a sticky little rat. Biting at my peroneal nerve despite, oh, despite when I flick at you, finger kick-kicking so fast like the rapid eye movement of my unconscious. Silly foot, why won’t you leave.


If you have identified yourself, my little foot bottom, you have done more than me in this instance. I was writing to You, a feeling, a vague concept of several and no people. You have done me a service that, again, will never be appreciated. Because I know you're there, but I don’t know what’s there. The value of my foot that is at the same time, a rat. You have discovered more of yourself, by identifying You in this letter, though I suppose you were already a foot if you identified with mine. Again, you do too much and receive too little.


Love,


“You”


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