Home / Poetry / Hello Legs, Sunday, Nov. 28, 2010  Hello Legs,
Google+ Pinterest Print  You are not beautiful. In all of our 20
years together, I’ve never thought so. You are awkward looking
and represent a weird dichotomy. You are the reason I stand 5
foot 8, but your shape is far from desired. While you have the
height of my father, you possess the shapeless look of my
mother’s Asian side. In Japanese, your ugly appearance is called
"Daikon Ashi," a term that means you look like white radishes.
You are not beautiful. I’ve never thought so. But, my dear legs,
you have served me well over the years.  You’ve allowed me to
play soccer for three-fourths of my life. You can keep me from
falling off a horse during a hunter-jumper course. You can do
sprints, lunges, and squats. You can pretend you know the steps
to salsa when I’m intoxicated. You can be thrown above my head
during fabulous sex. You can still propel me to the highest
heights on a swing. You can flutter kick me away from the
ocean’s icky seaweed. Yo