The arch of my foot aches.

Soon, we’re walking through nettles, a yellow paddock,

               fresh ginger packed between the gum

And tooth.

In excess, sugars become fat, a kind

               of sealant. Organs bleating

On the forest floor.

A first step.

Blue radiance, paper that receives ink, coffee with cream. By day 8,

               I can’t remember life

With my family.

Copyright © 2023 by Bhanu Kapil. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 15, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.