How many pairs of shoes do I have in my closet?
Enough to make the rack slump
I’m not sure when I’ll tire of slip-ons
When Jesus spoke of the casting the first stone
I wonder if he meant the equal stoning of both parties involved
Yet equality seems like what everyone strives for
How many tears must I drink from others?
Enough to make my stomach slump
Something about new shoes rhymes about a clean shirt
or of the clean shave which leaves the face hurt
Your face hurts
and it makes my eyes sting
Like a shot of pollen in the worst Summer heat
Gourmet eatings of your heart and my belly is larger than your pupils
No drug could disprove that
How much laughter must I share of yours?
Enough to make my eye lashes slump
You have a reason behind the intent
Nowhere close to fatal yet murders me all the same
I’m addicted to those fits of human emotion
No toxic vice could disprove that
I learned humor because I grew tired of salt
The sweetness of your sharing gives me Christmas
My own weird bellowing brings you smiles
I never learned that joke
Where did I read it from?
The other day I stepped into my closet
and found someone was wearing my shoes
They smelled sweet
Sweeter than the first frost air of a winter flavored in cherry
Sweeter than a fresh sweater bought from someone I know
Paid in with years of conversations
Sweeter than knowing the interest of another in you
and how genuine and shy the admittance is
Sweeter than when you first find out someone wore your footwear
How many shoes must I need in my closet?
Never enough to make