confrontation

the one shoe.
black. my favorite
that can be worn with
anything,
with laces
lies under the bed,
still in tact.
where the other one is
I have no idea.
I ask the dog
who is curled on a pillow
on the bed,
and see a remnant
of leather
hanging from his mouth.
he shrugs
with that what look.
I have no idea what
you're talking about
his calm body language says.
I can't have
a conversation
with him about
these things, i'm not
good with confrontation,
so I throw
him the other shoe
too.