pair of shoes
become your favorites.
you go everywhere
with them.
while the others
stay home, slid
beneath the bed, into closets.
left in the laundry room
to sulk
and sigh, wondering what
happened,
and why.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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