The Disability That Prevents Me From Falling Asleep While My Feet Are Covered

Who knows how it arose,
out of the periodical perio
that haunts me from the
ankle down every winter,
or from the skin-shock
revelation of toes on toes,
but anyhow my feet
aren't made for linens anymore,
they have been made
for breathing naked in the night,
for falling from the rafters
covered in boils and bruises,
and waiting for the barefoot
nurse to peel back the bandage,
lightly blowing air along
my whole body starting at the base,
and as an anti-fungal remedy
(she loves to be helpful)
pisses all over the foot of the bed.