must get more shoes
and polish the ones that i have,
where the ocean meets the razor.
i can’t argue with what i know
and therefore am blindfolded
by standard competition ratios
yesterday, music moved away from me
but here i am boxstepping to madonna songs (damn)
am i using wrong tools again
wearing the wrong shoes
or just living small,
without sex in my heart?
ah, like you said, you get eyes,
and that’s something–
but i
must
have
more
shoes.
