songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

your boot leather never lies

trudge  run  limp  skip  slip   step in purebred hipster dogshit

or take off eh!  à la Air Jordans  in another age (?)  see piles of shoes

left behind   Europe  1940’s   occupants occupied

 

en masse   in mass graves

you can come get your shoes

after a quick shower

 

shoes take us into the world  footwear of  war  peace  balls  barrios

symbols of power+pain  think of footbinding  in China  women hobbled

also stiletto-ed   in Gucci + Loubitins   for $3,000

currently i shop around a show of shoes   photos from these covidtimes  cut off

at the knees  foot soldiers of mean streets  when allowed out   in their confinement

shoes sit in hallways  shiny  obsolete   former occupants  slow panic  hidden mayhem

 

all dressed up + no wear to go

these boots were made for

social distancing  you  alone

 

feet bound by  concerned governments  don’t die worker bees!  you cannot flee

old mum+me ordered not to touch  skin transmits disease  a sin against dignity

we hid from the shouters:  they just touched!  

 

and touched toes in small

private rebellions  of

masked misery

i also kept father’s blue on blue  deck shoes  my last father’s day gift  they clunk

around in the night  as he looks for  food  cigs  his big dog Mike   +some jazz

desperately wanting out   of closet-captivity

 

daddy’s shoes sit next to my Muglers

from wedding #3   they shout+cackle

re: a marriage  made in heaven💃🏻

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..what do you call what they do to those men in prison?  she asked..

solitary confinement   fuck the government overlords..

 

Winter 2023     …who you calling free?..

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