One of a Variety of Ends (in Leather)
Your Fluevogs: the hot ones with purple trim,
corinthian heels, and spiky iron straps.
The feel of them on my heart, the anguish.
I’m remembering them; And growing younger
in a memory, recalling a different, luxurious pain.
Crushed. Coming across them now in our old armoire.
As the phone rings, and slices the Saturday afternoon
across the ribs. I know it’s the lawyer. I know what’s next.
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Loved the double meanings and form of this.
Ominous and poignant, Jon.