I felt so new
So crisp and fully saturated
Now I am worn
Weary
Faded
A year is not a long time
Relatively, for a human
But it is for a shoe
I remember running
Dancing
Being untied
I don’t even look good anymore
Take me to the gallows!
To the electric chair!
To both;
To the telephone wire!
I would rather hang, singed hourly by electricity
Like a leather Prometheus
Than be neglected
Unnoticed
Any longer
Monday, October 26, 2009
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