her shoes were so tight
that she took
them off n the way to see
king lear.
the pavement was hot,
broken glass
and cigarettes still
burning were in her path,
she dodged them
in her dress with short
hop scotch hops.
dangling her dainty
heels in one hand.
you didn't know what to
make of her. both small
and fierce
as Shakespeare liked
to say.
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