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Black and White Chucks

by Angela Thomas

They're falling apart
around the edges
like a ballerina unties
her laced-up point shoes.
They appear like two
white lips parting to
let their last breath
out. Inside they are
empty, devoid of any-
thing to bind them to
me. The tongue lollys
out flatly, laces
mangled, and oddly
pliable, spewed out
underneath the sole.

01/27/2004

Author's Note: This poem was written with the prompt to describe a pair of shoes so to think of death without mentioning death in the poem.

Posted on 01/27/2004
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

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