she takes her shoes
off on the summer sidewalk
and walks
barefoot to the show.
king lear.
her feet are small,
yet wide, but her
new heels,
now in her hands,
swinging
at her side, are too
tight. you don't
mind though.
her nails are like
strawberries on cream.
you like her feet, her
hands. and the rest
of her as well.
such a small thing
it is too remember
this, but golden in some
strange way.
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