Shoes perfect for the fastest dance
Shoes so cool
Even jaywalkers swoon.
Shoes that scale barbed wire
Two taps and you’re invisible
To every cop and guard.
Shoes that violate the dress code
Shoes that never came in a box.
The shoes that skip over stairs
That short-circuit escalators
Three taps and you leap above
Foul lines, flag poles, border checkpoints.
Polished with a darker shade of saint.
Hiding in your closet
Waiting to walk on water.
Love Poem # 8
This love is big
So big it takes four arms to carry
This love is gaudy, radiant
This love is the prize winning pumpkin.
This love is weightless, minute
So light it rides on dandelions
So small it glides through keyholes
This love is the comb of hummingbirds.
This love is risk
It spins your heart on roulette wheels
It flashes switchblades with the devil
This love is the guts to bet your life.
This love is alchemy
It changes soda into absinthe
It turns weeds into redwoods
This love is the voodoo of saints.
On thin winter afternoons, the drone hours
That cannot propose
We see it, her slight reminder
The certain slant of light steals into our hiding places
Its umbral pen traces the pleat of our veins
The certain slant of light
A thief of color, a keeper of line