Cha Cha Shoes

Published Date: June 13th, 2008
Category: Poetry

 

                                    Hanging in a bag

                                    on the back of my

                                    bedroom door handle

                                    Taunting me with your

                                    peep toes and

                                    shiny gold lamé straps

 

                                    How I love you

 

                                    For a mere

                                    fourteen dollars I, too, could

                                    dance like Baby in her

                                    filmy, organza dress and

                                    shimmering shoes

 

                                    Yet, why do I hold back

                                    my adoration

                                    my love

 

                                    In the past

                                    shoes came and went

                                    sat forlornly in my closet

                                    sometimes worn every day for the entire summer

                                    other times forgotten like an

                                   

                                    Old knitting project shoved behind the sofa

 

                                    Is it the money I should not spend?

 

                                    Partly.

 

                                    Or the fact that with each step I would lose

                                    a

                                    tiny

                                    layer

                                    of

                                    skin

                                    on each baby toe?

 

                                    Indeed.

 

                                    But then I

                                    wore them around the

                                    house while I

 

                                    Checked my email

                                    Cleaned the kitchen

                                    Put my boy to bed

 

                                    And it looks like I, too,

                                   

                                    will someday be

                                    put in a corner

                                    (or not)

 

                                    And dance in

                                    my new

 

                                    Cha Cha shoes.

 

                                   

 

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