GRANNIES
LEGS

A STORY BY FLEUR CHARLESWORTH & FELIX E FORMA

 Le Grand Bazaar, Leige, 1988,
 Your feet in those hard leather shoes.
 Mary Jane style; short heel, thin strap and a buckle.
 Un paquet de beurre? You’d say.
 Quelques saucisses. Pomme de terre. Chocolat.
 You weren’t shy about your love of starch and fat.
 You weren’t shy at all. Your feet puffed up, your legs swollen.
 At the bread aisle you’d go on tiptoes and reach. Pour le meilleur pain.
 And there was no hiding your feet had risen through those shoes.
 They looked pinched, suffocated, well baked.
 Granny, your legs were like loaves.
 Did it hurt?
 But I remember your laughter. As wide as a fishing net.
 I remembered the night we danced in your kitchen to Jacques Brel.
 Les bourgeois c'est comme les cochons
 Plus ça devient vieux plus ça devient…
 Much later I would see your feet for real.
 Bunioned and bruised. Skin like used baking paper.
 You were on the end of the bed, getting ready.
 Getting ready, I think now.
 How vulnerable you were.
 Granny I thought you came that way,
 Your legs twisted in those shoes.
  
 By Julius Pasteiner

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Concept and creation:

Fleur Charlesworth @fleur_charlesworth and Felix E Forma @felix_e_forma

Model Felix E Forma @felix_e_forma