my size cannot be found    it's somehow, always,    just a half size shy.    heels and toes    began to crack and bleed,    they're stuffed down into    shoes that i don't need.       direct proportions    to the size and weight    of this chip of shit,    i carry on my hip.    and at the rate of my exchanges,    i'll never find    the shoes to fit these feet.       so sing for us and drink for us.    my size cannot be found    it's somehow, always    just a half size shy.    the space between    what i have and need is somehow,    always just a half size shy.