shoes

shoes
it was a romance as sweet
as the fragmented sole
on a hitch-hiker’s boot
left in no condition
for even one more step
yet somehow we removed
the mud and weed stickers
and tacked the pieces
back into one shoe


Another old one from way back when. That shoe ended up completely disintegrated after being drowned in booze and burned on a funeral pyre of bong-hits.

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2.5 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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