an old pair of your Jimmy
Choo shoes
under the bed.
you left them
before you slammed
the door
and cursed the day
i was born.
no need to stop
by to pick them up though.
i flung
them in the direction
of the trash
can by the fire hydrant.
i just saw
some vagabond woman
sitting on the curb,
trying them on.
she looked
over to my doorway
and gave me
two thumbs up.
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