the glow of the TV

I noticed that my feet glow

while I watch TV, it's been a hard day.

The ridges of the weave stand out

in the harsh light, the logo of the brand

that I could not even tell you

they all sound the same.

my jeans are rolled up, exposing the 

soft flesh of my ankles bulging out

from the elastic cuff

some women have slender ankles

I do not

this is a snapshot in time, some words that

I will likely  never put together again,

nor will I ever read them, it's another

poem, a passing observation on a chilly

evening after a long day.

another day gone by

until one day there

are none left.