her purple shoes
make me too sad
I hear you talking
the way your voice gets
sort of telling-secrets-low
creeping up behind my neck
I’m wearing your mothers coat
and your favorite scarf
I’m so damn cold
open the windows
check for all the burglars
I’m never tired of this
Casey’s on his way
I see them hanging
big velvet shoes
so very shoe-ish
in their shoe like way
sorry, I hate
those beautiful shoes
I want to kiss her feet
I touch the top of your hand
fingers crossed paths
I’m an adult now
in my dress up clothes
you used to be bigger
white-pant pony boy
every moment is only
an inside joke
city college freak
I’m walking downstairs
is it okay
is it really okay
I got to go
the best thing you ever said
to me was
“you’re envelope is bulging”
thanks a million
I can leave now
she’s having trouble
adjusting to the soles
12-21-96
