about her boots,
her fifteen thousand
dollar riding boots
made of seven different kinds
of leather.
cow, alligator, deer and snake.
she tells me they go
up to her thighs.
buttery soft, with a long
zipper that tightens
them. makes them taut.
i tell her to stop.
please stop. i can't
work in this condition.
i can't climb a ladder,
or even walk.
tell me again about
the fight you're having
with your mother,
that should change
the blood flow, so i
can go back to work.
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