Ode to My Shoes

Lyrics
The poet alone is writing an ode to her shoes– her shoes which only she can fill, her shoes of purple suede and green leather the color of palm fronds, her diamond-studded boots, her feathered cowboy boots, her seven-league epic poetry boots, her little silver haiku boots, with tiny heels that twinkle, her first-person platform boots and her backless glass slippers modelled after Cinderella's (one lost, at midnight, because of a running man), her huntress boots of India-rubber, her lover's boots joined at the ankle like leg irons, her pink baby booties bronzed for posterity, her daughter's burning Reeboks, her lover's laceless sneakers left in the guest room closet for her to kiss year after year after year. Darling shoes, beloved feet ten toes to walk me toward my true love, *****-me pumps to fuel his passion stiletto heels to stab him if he strays. Shoes tell you everything. Shoes speak my language. Their tap tap tap on the airport runway tells me the story of a lovely, lonely woman flying after love– That old, old story in a new pair of shoes.
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Credits
- Writers
- Erica Jong