One for Andrea...

Shoefly

watch her build hopings on new shoes
and pig-wings
with buckles and heels she adds
more to her peels.

some plastic some leather to hold her
together.

it's a bow or a strap she needs, to
spring the trap of the days she
sashays through a hazy old maze.

a platform, a slipper and then
he will sip her.

from hiptip to the floor,

stiletto me more
point-toed,
divalicious, morethanpumps ambitious.

it's how she lets steve
madden beneath her sleeves, as if manolo
blahniks can counter the
tock-ticks - compensating
real hugs with new fly boots and uggs.

from her toes to her shins she'll flaunt
shoefashion whims.

and in no man-made upper, she sits

lonely

at supper.