MEMORY
A father's bathmat,
a set of beliefs
once forced to be
stood upon, now
grown slippery,
slippery with
doubt and regret.
The disbelief of any
flowers in bloom.
The wide-gape of
womanhood
blooming,
replaced in new light
by the endless array of choices
as represented by
shoe after shoe after shoe :
engathered like dust
in your own
personal
ensaving
bag.
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