By | 1 November 2019

They said the shoes
don’t fit—
my shoes, too small
for their feet
a size or two too big
I should have
stretched them out
as far as my last pay
could go. Held off
until they could taste salt
only salt for dinner
or better yet, cry
until my tears could coax
their eyes to flow.
Had I suffered
enough, I might have
softened even a boot
and they’d put their feet in
and it would be
a better fit.

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