These Boots Are Made for Trauma

Twitter July Contest – Featured on Lunch Ticket

Date: July 2019

 


 

My feet
Are wearied and jaded
As a pair,
one incites the other
like Thelma pleading to Louise
Let’s keep going

And there is a certain
suicide
to the rhythm
of rubber slapping
the cheeks of a street on which
a boy
first wore me out

But let’s keep going
Keep pushing toes into
a too-tight boot,
flesh rubbing against death
This life
bound to fit eventually

 

Featured on Lunch Ticket

Twitter July Contest – Featured on Lunch Ticket

Date: July 2019

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