you get used to it

this pebble
in my shoe is sharp,
it feels so much
bigger than it really is.

I should stop
at the first chance,

sit down
and shake it out,

but no.
i'm getting used to it.
I've befriended this pain,
this small stone.

I've grown accustomed to

the trouble it gives me,

as i have with you.

I almost expect it
each morning when I rise,
to get dressed
and go out again.