I Touched Your Foot

Brilliant writing from the Lone Swimmer ‘I Touched Your Foot’


I touched your foot.

I didn’t grab it or stroke it.

I’m not a weirdo.

During the lap.

It was just a tap.

On your toes.


You probably jumped.

I’m sorry.

I’m not really sorry.

I just wanted to pass.

Because I’m not fast,

But you are more not fast.

And I wanted to get past.

But you turned in front of me.

At the wall.

And that’s not all.

You’re doing granny stroke,

Impeding this bloke.

Why are you yelling?

I touched your toes.

I never mentioned

Your kick to my nose.

You knew I was there,

And you didn’t care.

So I touched your foot.

Please let me past.

Please let me past.

Or next time I’ll might go all crazy butterfly with paddles and fins and splashy water and aggression and stuff and one of us is going down and I won’t care if you are 74.


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