Went to the nail salon.
They sloughed off layers of calluses on my feet.
Taking away the memories of all the places my feet had walked.
The plush carpets in hotels
The hot sandy beaches
The grasses of parks
Now my feet are smooth
And their memory is erased
They may not remember where to take me
Day to day
The paths will seem new to them
They may no longer feel the same in my favorite pair of shoes
As if they are not old partners the same streets I have walked day after
But it also means that things that I took for granted
Are a surprising delight to my feet
The smooth wood floors of my apartment
The roughness of the living room rug
It’s like the first time I took a bare footed step
Each sensations registering with my feet as something amazing
Sometimes I wish I could slough off the layers of my own memories in the same way
Wake up and notice the sun falling on the pavement for the first time again
Taste a cool drink for the first time
So many things that I have calluses to in my mind
Could be wonderful to my smoothed out brain.